It will be November by week’s end and that means one thing: a new crop of menswear magazines has just hit the shelves. And this month brings healthy doses of tweed, marled sweaters and general autumnal-ness. Not to mention some long-form pontification on the upcoming elections (from which we’ll spare you) and Mila Kunis in some very formfitting leather pants.

Let’s see how November is shaping up, according to the fashion rags, shall we…

 
GQ (182 pages):

Jeremy Lin is on the cover wearing a windbreaker under a suit jacket, which, in our estimation, is only serving to make an already snug suit look even tighter.

GQ endorses—with the help of rapper Big Sean—the field vest under a suit jacket instead of a winter coat. Which leaves us with some nagging questions about arm warmth and the ability to button our jacket without the vest bunching up (coincidentally, none of the four photos show him wearing his jacket buttoned).

Until a few years ago, the route to starting a menswear brand was making screen-printed tees and jeans (Crisp, anyone?). Now they’re doing handmade ties and tailoring. (We’re assuming this is how the next season of How to Make It in America would’ve gone had it not been canceled.)

Here’s an ad for Brooks Brothers featuring Passion Pit wearing plaid suits. We’ll assume Vampire Weekend wasn’t available.

Another win for craft beer snobs: drinking an IPA or two helps keep your skin from wrinkling because they’re loaded with silicon.

Best car advice we’ve seen in GQ in some time: set your sights on a well-weathered pickup truck. The advice also seems to imply that you should probably move to West Texas.

We kind of dig the home improvement section on terrariums. We can’t put our thumb on why, but we just do. Air plants look cool.

Apparently, dognapping subplots are going to be big this year in movies—or at least in Seven Psychopaths and Killing Them Softly.

Things we can also get excited about: Jim Jarmusch made an album and Chris Tucker made a movie. (It’s been 15 years since he last made a movie without “Rush” or “Hour” in the title.)

Making a case for watches that are entirely gray, from the dials to markers to straps.

Enter: Emily VanCamp. Maybe we should be watching this Revenge show…?

GQ makes the case for more tweed in your life with tweed puns (Re-Tweeded), tweed blazers and tweed in its natural habitat: Dublin.

 
Esquire (172 pages):

Mila Kunis on the cover. Wearing nothing but leather pants. Promises of “sexiest women alive.” All right, you’ve got our attention, proceed…

… And we open to a table of contents chock-full of politics? Fine, this is the November issue in an election year, but that Mila Kunis cover was seriously misleading.

The Philip Seymour Hoffman interview (deep rumination over frisée salads) is almost as Philip Seymour Hoffman-y as the picture they used (an exasperated face-palm in black-and-white).

Good to know: “Rust and Bone stars a gritty Marion Cotillard as a disabled whale trainer who falls in love with an emotionally crippled street fighter.” (Makes us wonder who’s rust and who’s bone in that relationship.)

Beware, Hanna Ware.

Here’s a great roundup of scotches that aren’t overpowered by the overly smokiness (and possibly overratedness) of peat.

Great spread on watches. Coincidentally, Esky recommends the new “all gray” watch trend, too. (Watch the throne, gentlemen.)

The meat-and-potatoes of this issue is politics. Well, the meat is the politics, the potatoes: Mila Kunis in various states of undress. (Some very sexy potatoes indeed.)

A strong finish with the starting line of the New York Rangers wearing some incredibly handsome suits and reminding us that blogger blue is still alive and well.

 
Details (128 pages):

Looks like we’re in for more tweed—Colin Farrell is on the cover wearing a tweed blazer with upturned lapel.

There has been a recent rise in smoke-infused beers. Color us intrigued.

Formula 1 is returning to the US this month, and here are the two most important of the terms you ought to know… Grid Girls: the attractive lane assigners that tell drivers where to slot their cars at the starting line. Sandbag: to hide a car’s true speed until the final qualifying lap.

50 Cent claims his favorite line he ever wrote is “Go shorty, it’s your birthday.” (Now you know.)

Here’s an endorsement of gray watches that’s eerily similar to GQ’s.

Apparently, shaving your head bald can make you look an inch taller—even without the added height of hair—due to an increased perception of dominance. (Researchers have yet to name it “the Bruce Willis effect.”)

Details reminds us that Colin Farrell was once a badass—the booze, the drugs, the arm candy—then spends a lot of time talking about his eyebrows.

Of the six sweaters in this editorial, five are shawl-collared. One is a turtleneck. Plan your fall sweatering accordingly.

While it’s true that the military inspired most of the jackets we’re wearing these days, keeping things as close to the original is always the best policy—and this roundup of military-inspired jackets feels just a bit too “fashion-y.”

We were expecting more tweed.

—N.B.

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  • Najib Benouar