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Congratulations, Rufus Wainwright—this is without a doubt the most hideous fucking outfit we’ve seen all year! We were pretty sure gossip goblin Perez Hilton was gonna waddle away with the prize, but you just left him in a pile of piggy stardust thanks to the getup you sported at the 15th Annual Watermill Summer Benefit in the Hamptons the other night.
Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.
Dear Spike:
We love the chunky tortoiseshell specs—they bring out the auteur in you. The rat fur epaulettes, not so much. The diamond earring—your call, brother. But seriously, what’s up with the rodent pelt? If PETA sees you in that thing it’ll really be Mo’ Better Blues, and you know how they like to hang around outside movie premieres with their little paint cans.
Memo to gossip goblin Perez Hilton: no matter how much glitter you smear around your eye bags, gynecomastia is not a good look. What exactly, may we ask, induced you to dress this way for Svedka’s New Year’s Eve party at the Gansevoort?
Dear Giorgio,
How goes it, amico?
We know you usually leave the business and marketing stuff to the wonks down the hall these days, but we just wanted to check in with you—this review of your Second Life store was a little troubling. We know you’ve been trying to get ahead of this particular trend as you have with so many in the past, but this is different.
Dear GQ:
If you want to defend your precarious position as the né plus ultra of men’s fashion rags, you should put a little more effort into features like “The 50 Most Stylish Men of the Past 50 Years.” Specifically, how in god’s name could you leave out Tom Wolfe? Not to mention Andy Warhol, Frank Sinatra, Johnny Cash…
