There was a lot of good style on display last night, between Guy Pearce doing his best Thom Browne impression and Morgan Freeman completing his transformation into one of the coolest people in Hollywood, but our favorite had to be Tahar Rahim, star of the French gangster opus A Prophet.

The movie’s only playing in a handful of screens, and his chances of becoming a household name are just about slim to none, but somehow he managed to land the best tuxedo in Hollywood last night. Thanks to a particularly 70s-inspired vest, he manages to turn the uniform of the Oscars into something playful, without ever looking older than he is. Not bad, given he was sharing the red carpet with none other than Tom Ford.

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Johnny Depp’s been rocking the same boho-rockstar look for upwards of a decade now, but it’s showing remarkably little signs of wear. In fact, it’s just a couple years away from classic.

At this weekend’s Alice in Wonderland premiere in London, for instance, he managed at least three things we’d normally consider red carpet poison—men’s jewelry, untamed hair and tielessness—but came away from it all looking like a man who belonged at a movie premiere. The trick? Well, the three-piece suit’s a good start. And if you’ve got a nice enough dress shirt, you’re allowed to pop a few buttons.

And, of course, it helps if you’ve got company.

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The red carpet isn’t all tuxedos and pomaded hair.

Take, for example, claymation guru Nick Park’s appearance at this weekend’s BAFTA awards. We wouldn’t describe it as dashing, per se, but for a gentleman best known for meticulous stop-motion confections (Wallace and Gromit, if you were wondering), it’s a pretty consistent image. The bowtie’s a good example of the old school of neckwear, but we’re more interested in the light-sopping jacket.

Nobody’s going to confuse him with George Clooney, but he seems to have the “nerdy craftsman” look sewn up.

One more dispatch from Fashion Week: After the impeccable Band of Outsiders show, a lucky photographer caught this snap of Jason Schwartzman and Scott Sternberg sharing a laugh. And much as we admire Mr. Schwartzman’s Redford-esque stache, this one belongs to Sternberg.

It’s not just the Steve Allen glasses (not that Steve Allen), although those merit a double-take just about every time we see a picture of him. But we’ve seen those before. Instead, we’d direct your attention to the rugby top, pulled fresh from his new line of polos. We’ve been waiting to see one of those in the wild for quite some time, so the first spotting definitely merits a MOTH. Sure, he looks a little underdressed, but that’s the whole idea.

We happened upon this snap of skier Anders Johnson in Ryan McGinley’s amazing winter Olympics photospread and, after a little preliminary research, we’re ready to name him the first MOTH of the Winter Olympics. It’s got a lot to do with our enduring love of the chunky sweater, but honestly, the “never mind the snow” pose is cool enough to qualify him no matter what—especially now that large parts of the east blanketed in that same stuff. Well played, sir.

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The music industry circuit has always been a bit more dandy-friendly than the black-tie Oscars, so it’s only right that there was a lot of style on display at last night’s Grammys. Fortunately, was enough to distract us through the music and awards-giving sections of the broadcast.

The standout for us was one Usher Raymond, who sported this light gray three-piece, with surprisingly hipster friendly piping. And, of course, we can never get enough large-check gingham.

There’s a Tony Manero vibe to the whole piece which matched the occasion just about perfectly. At just about every point in the broadcast, he looked like he was ready to bust out a moonwalk…which, if you happen to be a pop star, is a pretty good look.

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There’s nothing like old times, so (by popular demand), we’re bringing back our old friend, the Kempt Man of the Hour. First on the docket: this snap of Justin Timberlake on the red carpet at the SAG awards.

Award shows are usually a bit too flashy for our kind of style, but this outfit is good enough to be an exception, thanks to that ruffled blue shirt. It’s not chambray—we checked—but the color is close enough to conjure up all manner of ruggedness. And those razor-thin lapels from Dolce & Gabbana certainly don’t hurt. All told, it’s one of the best tuxedo send-ups we’ve seen this year. Well played, sir.

Now let’s see what the Oscars send our way.

There’s a lot of trendcasting to be done at fashion industry gatherings, but as you may recall, you can learn a lot without looking at the racks.

On that note, allow us to present the well-dressed gentlemen, starting with one Mark McNairy.

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The film-director dress code hasn’t changed that much since the Fellini: a solid pair of shades, a deceptively casual jacket, and an expression of permanent detachment. And if you want to throw in a few whiskers…just make sure they match the jacket.

This snap just surfaced catching anime guru Hayao Miyazaki in one of the nattier getups we’ve seen this side of Tokyo. His shoulders look a little too sharp to be unstructured, but the chest pocket makes it seem casual enough for just about anything. Add in a pair of transparent shades, and you’ve got a movie mogul on your hands.

Vanity Fair’s International Best Dressed List just arrived on newsstands (and, if you’re so inclined, the internet), stocked with the usual cohort of financiers, movie stars and improbably named socialites. Didn’t we read about Ogden Phipps II in an Evelyn Waugh book?

We were glad to see Tiki Barber on the list, if only to provide a break from all the financiers, but we refuse to believe this is the best picture they could find. It’s a fine suit, and the brown oxfords are a nice touch to keep him on the informal side of bankerdom, but the photo editors let him slip through with a buttoned top button that throws his whole jacket into disarray. It’s not a slip-up on Tiki’s part—a strangely draped jacket happens to the best of us from time to time—but it’s a little embarrassing to end up on a best-dressed list with this many wrinkles.

But graded on the ex-football-player curve, he’s practically Cary Grant.

As usual, the latest capsule show was teeming with well-dressed fellows. But one of the particular quirks of the trade show is that most of the best outfits are direct off the sample racks. Often enough, they were made for the man wearing them.

For instance, Norsea Industries’ Stephen Banks was sporting one of the better fits we’ve ever seen in an unstructured blazer. The garment in question is the Stamford jacket, stitched together by Manchester’s Cooper & Stallbrand—one of the last remaining garment factories in the UK—where it seems to have picked up a fair amount of industrial flavor. It’s one of the more interesting items in the S/S 2010 line and, as luck would have it, he was able to find one in his size…

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As anyone on the East Coast can currently attest, a good raincoat is a very useful thing. Fortunately, London’s been facing rainy Junes for upwards of a thousand years, and they’ve picked up a trick or two.

This gentleman’s shawl-like overcoat comes via Aquascutum, a more modern alternative to marques like Mackintosh and Baracuta (and creator of this ad). The shoulder flaps make it seem both more impermeable and more sartorially adventurous than the competition—a remarkably good case for leaving your umbrella at home.

Mickey Rourke has been stuck in sartorial purgatory for longer than we care to remember…but he still manages to surprise us from time to time.

Guest of a Guest managed to catch up with our favorite middleweight at a Merkato 55 brunch bash where they got this strangely compelling snap. We’re not sure if it’s Mickey pulling the old rose routine, the young woman’s palpably nervous expression or the deft combination of an argyle sweater and peak lapels, but for some reason we can’t look away.

Nantucket reds have a pretty solid rep as the preppy pant of summer, but they’ve made things easier for less pinkish hues to get in the door as well.

Take this gentleman, caught by Street Peeper on the streets of Oslo. The blue-on-cream getup is straight out of the GQ playbook, but our interest is in those pants. The orange-red trousers sub for the bottom half of a khaki suit just about perfectly, but it has to be seen to be believed. This time of year, they’re a whole lot more versatile than you’d think.

We’re not sure how planned out this particular scene is, but we will say that this gentleman from Phnom Penh is by far the most stylish Cambodian metal-worker we’ve ever seen…and we’ve seen quite a few.

Most surprising of all, the occasional silver polish smudge only makes it work better. Of course, this kind of stylish dishevelment takes years to master—especially that frayed pant leg—but starting off with a rugged gray cloth certainly doesn’t hurt.

There’s a lot to learn from the chap, but our takeaways were as follows: 1) sternum-level buttons work a lot better than you’d think, and 2) match your suit to whatever’s likeliest to stain it. (Time to order that Burgundy three-piece.)

We weren’t quite sold on the Swedish label POUR, but it’s hard to be sure until you see their goods in the wild.

This gentleman, for instance, pulls off the monochromatic look just about perfectly, and POUR’s big-cuffed button-up is the best part of the look by far. The sunglasses don’t hurt, of course, but the best part is that, he was snapped on the street in Melbourne, which is about as far from Stockholm as you can get.

Maybe we just needed to see how the shirt looked in sunnier climes.

Naturally, the most interesting folks at Dressed to Kilt weren’t necessarily on the runway. And while we saw our share of kilts, the more common choice was just to throw in as much plaid as possible as a more inventive way of staying true to Scotland. Which lead to some interesting choices…

Think of it from a sporting perspective: whoever wears the most plaid and looks the best wins. It’s not a bad sartorial challenge, and the result was nothing short of enlightening.

Our takeaway? Without fail, the best dressed gentlemen in the crowd were rocking plaid blazers and bowties. We saw the occasional kilt too, but as far as mainstream style items, we’d put our bets on tartan jackets first.

It’s always nice to see an entire event devoted to a single item of clothing. And we’ve always had a soft spot for the kilt in particular…

So we had high hopes for Dressed to Kilt, a charity fashion show put on by Homecoming Scotland 2009, and boasting more tartan than we’ve ever seen in one place.

Of course, we were most impressed by the GEICO caveman—we were big fans of the show—but there were a few other noteworthy models too»

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This gentleman brings us a very simple lesson: it’s all in the details. His shirt and shoes are both Levi’s (at least according to Street Peeper), but the vintage jacket and more importantly the leather boots give him enough cred to pull it off.

In fact, the drab background just makes the look seem that much more effortless. And, naturally, the shades don’t hurt.

Now that Flickr is overtaking the gallery as the primary residence of photography, party photographers may be ready for their moment in the spotlight. Of course, if you’re going to be shooting parties, they might as well be the best parties, so New York’s scene photographers are first in line.

New York Magazine just introduced us to four up-and-comers currently on the nightlife circuit. Our favorite is Hanuk, who arranged this outright hilarious snap, but between the four of them, there’s something for everyone.

You might even see someone you know.

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GQ held their CFDA party last night, and there was no shortage of famous faces. This snap caught GQ’s Jim Nelson, Thom Browne and Andre Benjamin in the same frame, and it offers a glimpse of things to come. Nelson’s getup shouldn’t surprise anyone with a subscription—at this point, the slim suit-and-tie are nothing short of a dress code—but Mr. Benjamin’s Bogart-level beltline is one of the few moves that genuinely surprised us. He pulls it off perfectly…but we doubt anyone watching had the courage to try it out themselves.

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Vintage lover and Friend-of-Kempt David Hart has been one of our favorite tie men since we saw his scotch-plaid bow ties back in November, but after his UrbanDaddy write-up, we figured it was time to give his wardrobe a closer look.

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We stopped by the semi-annual floor show that is the (capsule) show yesterday, and while we aren’t quite ready to spill the goods on everything we saw, we thought we’d start off with a roundup of some of the best-dressed gentlemen on hand.

Naturally, there was a lot to choose from, but one of our favorites was this gentleman repping Yuketen boots. The bowtie is crisp, the round glasses are on-trend and the boots are impeccable, as expected, but the real genius here is the perfectly tanned leather apron. It’s a legit workwear item, even if it’s a little too extreme for mainstream consumption. (We predict an apron trendlet in fall of ’09, based entirely on this picture.)

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More goodies from CES, thanks to our friends at Energi-to-Go:

We’ve been sorting through the aftermath of CES for a few days, but as with any gathering, one of the most interesting parts was how the crowd was dressed. There were an awful lot of tucked-in dress shirts and khakis, and even more t-shirts and jeans…but we still managed to track down a few sartorial gems.

And of course, it wouldn’t be CES without a segway or two.

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We ran across this Ronson-esque Swedish fellow on Lookbook and we have to saw, he’s raised our opinion of the entire country. Maybe it’s the suit, but we’re suddenly warming to the idea of suspenders too.

Take notes, gentlemen.

Apparently two of our favorite people ran into each other last night.

Now that Bill Murray’s been hitting the town a bit more, it was inevitable that he’d run into Kanye West eventually. Kanye was celebrating his cousin’s birthday at Anchor Bar when Murray appeared from the background.

Naturally, it’s just a celeb sighting so we don’t know if they conversed, but we imagine they’d have a lot to discuss. They’re both on the heels of major breakups, but Kanye could take a lesson or two from Murray’s detached melancholy. Not everything has to end up on an album.

There are many theories on the correct way to dress for an art show party, but Takashi Murakami clearly subscribes to the “batshit crazy” school. Try to imagine Damien Hirst doing this, and you’ll know why we prefer Takashi.

This photo comes from the Art Basel show currently happening in Miami beach, so he doesn’t have all that much to lose. Nobody begrudges a crazy artist or two, and after taking a look at their balance sheets, we bet a bit of cartoonish glee was just what they needed.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

There isn’t a playbook for father/son style, but we’ve rarely seen it pulled off as well as our fearless lensman and his son do here. McMullan the elder distinguishes himself with a vividly purple tie and the usual impeccable suit while McMullan the younger makes do with sneakers and jeans.

Age-appropriate isn’t a phrase we use too often—after all, you’re only as old as you dress—but the pair pull it off to perfection here, and end up looking like partners in crime.

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The paparazzi get a bad rap, but as long as they’re on the side of chivalry, it’s not all bad. Take, for instance, this latest infraction by our own Daniel Craig, captured by the intrepid photogs of the Sun.

A brief lesson, if we may: A little rain never hurt anyone, but leaving your lady to soak may cause irreparable damage, as Mr. Craig is surely discovering now.

You never saw Roger Moore doing this sort of thing.

There are many ways to wear a cardigan. For the Italian premiere of a film you may have heard of, the esteemed Mr. Craig opted for the big collar/big tie route. It’s a good choice, since Italy is silk country and more is still better in Rome. He keeps the cardigan tactically slim instead of opting for the grandpa look, and ends up with a thoroughly adult outfit.

Also, it helps if you look like you’re ready to kick someone in the face.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’ve had a few leading men land MOTHs while wearing scarves so far: Brad Pitt, Matthew Broderick and Stanley Tucci to be specific. None of them pulled it off with quite as much rock star style and sheer aplomb as the newest addition to the club, however: actor Jared Leto.

At an anti-animal cruelty event hosted by Ellen DeGeneres in L.A. the other night, Leto wore a black-and-white tartan fringed affair of indeterminate origin with a snappy dark blue pinstripe single-breasted peak lapel jacket from Japanese haute-hipster label Roen, a contrast-collar dress shirt from Operations, and dark wash jeans by J. Lindeberg.

More on the well-scarfed man»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Has well-upholstered Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter finally seen the error of his ways? We had reason to chide the glossy gourmand a few months back for wearing a double-breasted blazer after we distinctly instructed him to eschew the look. While we would scarcely expect a fellow who owns a glamorous greasy spoon to keep his girlish figure, we do feel one of Mr. Carter’s stature ought to employ his tailor in the artful concealment of same.

Therefore, we were delighted to see him sporting a (relatively) trim single-breasted navy blazer at the book bash for his latest coffee-table tome, Vanity Fair: The Portraits. Compare this photo to those of the earlier double-breasted numbers and witness the miraculous transformation. Here is a fellow we would call leonine, majestic, statuesque. And yes, that’s him on the right.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’ve expounded before on the extreme appeal of La Perla lingerie, which while eschewing the erotic theatrics of Agent Provocateur nonetheless manages to push all the right buttons. Their underthings, such as the flapper-esque concoction shown here snapped by our fearless lensman at a recent display of La Perla wares in NYC, seem calculated to appeal to sex-starved socialites and other such admirable creatures.

We were not aware however that the company also made the alarmingly snug swim trunks Daniel Craig sported in his debut as James Bond. Apparently he has refused to ever put them on again. Wise choice, old boy; some things are just not meant to have crossover appeal.

Here we have the latest convert to the cult of Tom Ford, - the fellow affectionately known the world over as “Becks”. Mr. Beckham obviously did some research into what the well-dressed MOTH is wearing, and wisely opted to adorn himself likewise. At a fragrance launch the other day he sported a three-piece, single-breasted, peak lapel sand and ochre stripe, silk and wool homespun check “Buckingham” model suit with a ticket pocket, white shirt, brown silk tie and brown calfskin wingtips all from Mr. Ford’s atelier.

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When we first heard that Harry Potter menace Daniel Radcliffe was appearing in a new Broadway play which required him to get naked and fondle horses, we resolved to steer clear of the Theater District for the duration—that is, after the box office corrected our misapprehension that Radcliffe girls were getting naked. Apparently however it appears that a D. Radcliffe au naturel is infinitely preferable to one allowed to dress himself, as he showed at the Equus premiere the other night with this regrettable blue tuxedo.

More on the blueness»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Manolo Blahnik’s name is of course familiar to shoe fetishists and Sex & the City slatterns. Quite apart from that however he is also one of the world’s best-dressed men. The dapper designer has both the panache and gravitas to pull off the old school double-breasted suit and bowtie look in a way that few men really can. Note that he does not look remotely silly even when clutching a satin stiletto (he’s about to sign it for some Bergdorf Blondes, not try it on).

Note also the ticket pocket and turned-back cuffs on the jacket which fairly shout “bespoke”; the jacquard bowtie of perfect proportion, disheveled just enough so that there can be no question of its being one of those horrific pre-tied affairs; the natty tortoiseshell specs; and the bodacious boutonniere, a nice Wildean touch. Whether he chose the suit to match the shoe we wouldn’t venture to say.

Back by popular demand—the latest installment in our series of pulchritudinous pairings, because two is sometimes so much better than one. This snap comes to us all the way from Moscow and a private dinner following megabucks gallerist Larry Gagosian’s new contemporary art show in a former chocolate factory.

Our delectable duo is of course Russian. On the left is supermodel Natalia Vodianova best known for her Calvin Klein campaigns and countless others; on the right, Dasha Zhukova, girlfriend of free-spending billionaire oligarch Roman Abramovich who’s launching her own well-financed foray into the art world. No doubt she was just there to pick up a little something by Jeff Koons or Takashi Murakami.

We don’t want to be unkind - oh, fuck it, why not? - but doesn’t this snap of weather-beaten couture king Valentino clutching a radiant and youthful Keira Knightley have more than touch of the Nosferatu about it? The knockout Knightley bore up well we have to say, at a screening of her new flick The Duchess hosted by Vogue and Chanel the other night.

In the flick she plays the randy snob Georgina Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire, the latest in what seems an unending streak of period roles. After yet another version of King Lear, she’s set to star in an adaptation of one of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s worst books, The Beautiful and Damned - which come to think of it makes a pretty good caption for this photo.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Back before he became a big time music producer and multi-Grammy winner, Mark Ronson used to DJ all the hottest parties in town—and some out of town as well (ask him about the time he flew to Milan to DJ at a Gucci soirée and got in a shouting match with Charlize Theron.) His sartorial acumen has increased appreciably since those days behind the decks; onstage these days he affects a sort of dapper nouveau-rockabilly vibe, necktie always knotted just so.

More on the distinguished gentleman»

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Good old Julian Schnabel. The minute everyone started copying his signature pajama look, the larger-than-life art world provocateur shelved ‘em in favor of something even shabbier.

The other night at a screening of nouveau western Appaloosa hosted by the Cinema Society and Vanity Fair, Schnabel showed up to rub elbows and such with Jessica Lange in a plaid flannel shirt and a pair of board shorts.

We’re sure this is just a temporary measure until the p.j. trend cools off a bit. Of course, since flannel workwear shows signs of a flare-up as well this season, he may be out of the frying pan and into the fire, sartorially speaking.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

As a counterpoint to the toothsome model duo we presented you with the other day, here’s a well-tailored pair of gentlemen who provided a rare moment of sartorial splendor during a mostly humdrum Fashion Week.

On the left, former MOTH Zac Posen, the social butterfly fashion designer; on the right, a certain rich clown with an oversized ego and an identity crisis to match (what’s is it this week? Puffy? Diddy? Poncey?) The two met up at Mr. Posen’s runway show, where the designer sported an elegant ticket-pocketed tropical weight woolen number complete with boutonnière.

But those sleeves…»

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As part of our continuing series of pulchritudinous pairings we bring you this snap from frenetic Fashion Week.

On the right is Belgian beauty Anouck Lepere, who last graced these pages when she posed for French Playboy, leading us to consider moving to France. On the left is Brit model Jacquetta Wheeler, who’s raked in a fortune posing from everyone from Prada to The Gap.

The pair were partying at an event for Another magazine, the so-hip-it-hurts publication founded by Kate Moss’ former paramour Jefferson Hack, hosted by our favorite new import, Bamford & Sons. It seems Hack has gotten over Ms. Moss and is now hitting the sheets with Anouck, the lucky bastard. He’s certainly no matinee idol, but if he could bottle whatever he’s got the guy would make a fucking fortune.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Kempt regulars are well aware that the Style Guy sometimes goes in for curious accessories. While dressed perfectly correctly at the Standard Hotel the other night for the official relaunch of Interview—where he was recently installed as editor—our boy Glenn’s date for the evening was even curiouser.

More on this mysterious creature»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’ve always been reasonably amused by Sean Lennon. We can’t recall actually listening to any of his music, but he managed to avoid being too overtly annoying in a way that would be all too easy for one of his parentage. And hey, having Yoko for a mom is no picnic. If anything, old Sean has erred on the side of boring, but once in a while he trots out a new female friend to spice things up a bit.

More on the lovely duo»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

In the latest installment of our occasional survey of the seating arrangements at A-list fêtes, we bring you this snap of hockey punk Sean Avery and well-traveled mannequin May Andersen at the dinner Brit-born, Aussie-raised actress Naomi Watts threw for her photographer brother Ben the other night at Milk Gallery.

The inexplicably fashionable athlete took time out from blogging about short suits and posing for Gap ads to chat up Ms. Andersen over several rounds of Heineken. Apparently he was just plastered enough to affect obliviousness to the forced smile she had on her face throughout the encounter; but here it is, captured for posterity.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The other day in St. Moritz we caught a rare glimpse of one of the silver screen’s true classics—a certain Faye Dunaway. It can sometimes be painful to look upon the faded beauty of screen sirens in later life, but Ms. Dunaway has still got a certain something, a lingering spark of the woman who wowed us in Chinatown et al.; no mean feat at age 67.

The actress was spotted at an art gala thrown by Cartier in the Swiss resort the other night, where Claudia Cardinale, who, alas, has not aged as well, also put in appearance. Meanwhile, Dunaway may be returning to the big screen soon; she’s rumored to have a starring role in twisted director Todd Solondz’s upcoming flick Life During Wartime.

Feast your eyes on this clownish couple, but be forewarned before clicking to enlarge the picture: they’re so plastered with logos we got acute conjunctivitis just looking at ‘em. Underneath all the claptrap you might recognize NASCAR nuggins Jeff Gordon (right), and a certain Mr. Pharrell Williams, who has won the adulation of the style set despite the fact that he dresses like an 11-year-old Japanese kid with ADD and way too much disposable income.

The painful-to-look-upon pair posed the other night at a Hollywood party for the Pepsi 500, the yearly race held at the end of the NASCAR season at the Auto Club Speedway in Fontana, California. Despite the similar getups they were not in fact there as a couple; Gordon was accompanied by his hot model/actress wife Ingrid Vandebosch. At least he has good taste in something.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’ve admired British-born, Aussie-raised actor Guy Pearce ever since 1997’s brilliant L.A. Confidential, easily one of our favorite flicks of all time. An understated sort of fellow, we’ve never really paid much attention to his attire, but at the premiere of his new terrorist-CIA caper Traitor the other night, he caught our eye for pulling off the all-black look with a verve we haven’t seen since the unpredictable Mr. Cumming sported a similar set-up last March.

More on the monochromatic look»

We’ve been under no illusions as to Mick Jagger’s impressive fecundity, but we thought we’d seen all the gorgeous children the wrinkly Rolling Stone planned to crank out in this lifetime. Turns out we overlooked Georgia May, 16, his drop-dead daughter by legendary stunner Jerry Hall.

Georgia just made her modeling debut in the UK for the Mail on Sunday’s You magazine, and we think the girl’s gonna go places. She’s got the signature lippage, for one thing, and has obviously been practicing poppa’s pout. And in case you’re wondering what it’s like having Mick as a dad, Georgie confesses to the mag, “He’s not as cool as you’d think he’d be.”

Oh well.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

There are few things as entertaining down Hollywood way as Robert Downey Jr. in full wackjob mode. His cinematic comeback was that much more compelling because of all the guns, drugs and jail time he slogged through to get there. Now making waves with his blackface tour de force Tropic Thunder—and still sporting the ’70s ‘stache he grew for the role—he showed up to the flick’s LA premiere the other night looking like a cross between George Harrison and Robert Goulet.

More on Downey’s getup»

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In the course of bestowing the two MOTHs he’s pocketed so far—for an elegant all-black ensemble and the apex of equestrian chic—we issued a caveat about Alan Cumming’s occasionally overly theatrical tendencies in matters of dress. He is a quirky actor type after all, but once in a while these unfortunate propensities seem to get the better of him.

For instance…»

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Publicists in these parts will do pretty much anything to garner attention for their clients; the invention of pseudo-holidays seems to be a tactic they teach in flack school for extra credit. Of course, the attempts vary in success.

The other day we were entreated to celebrate National Root Beer Float Day—despite the obvious paradox inherent in celebrating something to do with nonalcoholic drinks. Shortly after that we were informed of the imminent approach of National Underwear Day—sorry, make that the Sixth Annual National Underwear Day—presented by online unmentionables outlet FreshPair.com.

More on our reporter’s journalistic endeavors»

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Here claim his third MOTH—only the second fellow to score a hat trick so far, the first being Hamish Bowles—is dandified Los Angeles vintage clothing kingpin Cameron Silver. We might have expected the irrepressible Mr. Silver to rescue us from the sartorial lapses of summer with something like the study in brown and cream he wore to the opening of the new Prada store in San Franciso.

More on Mr. Silver»

Head to toe madras got a boost this summer from the likes of Ralph Lauren and Thom Browne’s Black Fleece collection. However, the full-on matching madras suit effect is a bit much, we feel, even in this realm.

Trust that old dog Glenn O’Brien to show us how it should be done. His plaids are complimentary but not identical; what’s more they’re obviously well-worn and look as if the fabric might be authentically Indian to boot.

More on the madras»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We were admittedly more than a little wary of the idea of a remake of one of our favorite films of all time, the BBCs 1981 adaptation of Brideshead Revisited, and frankly surprised that anyone would have the brass to undertake it in the first place (Do you fuck with Jeremy Irons? No you do not).

We’ll suspend further critical judgments until we’re able to screen the new one in its entirety, but in any case we fully approve of any cinematic endeavor featuring so many fine examples of 1920s British gentleman’s kit. And we’re already predisposed to approve of the convincingly toff-y Matthew Goode, who was one of the few redeeming features of Match Point and has the daunting task of filling Irons’ brogues.

More on Today’s MOTH»

The capsule show this week had a lot of inspiration on hand—in the clothes and in the complimentary cocktails—but to be honest, we’re still sorting through it all. Swedish clothing! Free brownies! We saw Damon Dash! For reals!

In the meantime, we thought we’d take a look at some of the better dressed attendees. As you might imagine, the competition was pretty heated. And, because of the literal heat, bare ankles and wrists were the order of the day.

This well-inked gentleman is Jordan Saylor, proprietor of Portland boutique Winn Perry—you might remember them as the northwestern source for Sovereign Beck ties. On his travels to the east, he’s decked out in a seersucker and oxford combo, combined with a leather satchel that may be the best thing about the outfit. After all, he’s here on business.

More pictures of the capsule scene»

Hugh Hefner must have had a good chuckle over our post on the porta-nymphs at the Hugo Boss / Interview party the other day. “Ha,” we can practically hear him snort, “fucking amateurs.” They should have known better than to try and bite his style.

At the Playboy founder’s own pre-ESPY Awards party with Blu-Ray the other night in Beverly Hills, he not only had the nymphs—he had them make out.

More on Hef’s response»

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The trademark leer, the thumbs up, her rather addled expression - we have to ask: is the prince of pervy photogs getting his hooks into Top Chef temptress Padma Lakshmi? We spotted the unlikely pair looking cozy at Interview magazine’s party celebrating the soon-to-be-extinct Polaroid at Delicatessen the other night.

More on Terry and Padma»

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The other day we were musing on the go-to-hell fashions at ultra-fancy Hamptons summer benefits which enliven an otherwise dull sartorial season.

On the flipside, there’s something to be said for the seamier sort of East End bacchanal, the kind where they use any means necessary to pack the joint and drum up publicity, such as the Hugo Boss and Interview magazine shindig at the Kingswood Estate in East Hampton the other night.

More on the bacchanal»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Cinema Society swell Andrew Saffir makes his second MOTH appearance here at the screening of 9/11 flick August at the Soho Grand the other night.

Once again the natty social butterfly donned a dapper hacking-style jacket from downtown dandy depot Lord Willy’s, which is quietly clothing some of the best dressed men in town. This number is summer-weight navy blue cotton with subtle grosgrain trim, a ticket pocket, contrast stitching on the buttonholes and a turquoise lining.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Comic actor Will Smith isn’t typically our beau idéal of a stylish fellow, but we have noticed him turning out in some pretty snazzy threads of late.

Still we were surprised by the boldly checked three-piece Tom Ford suit he wore to the premiere of his new superhero spoof Hancock the other night. We expect this sort of thing from MOTH whiz Daniel Day-Lewis but hardly the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Ah, a benefit bash in Southampton during the high season. Where the fuck else would you find people dressed like this? And god bless ‘em for it. It’s been rather a dull summer so far sartorially, and we welcome this demonic display of madras as much as we would one of those cocktails they’re clutching.

Now let’s examine their full tribal regalia a little more closely - not only are they wearing madras, which any amateur can do, but patchwork madras and clashing bowties. Guy on the left - we’ll call him C.K. Dexter Haven - also has on shorts embroidered with little green lobsters. Guy the right - aka Sniffin K. Bellows IV - is wearing a contrast club collar shirt and a chronic case of lockjaw.

Now please put those jackets away until next year.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Though we find his self-consciously under-designed collections a bit precious at times, we’re all for Rogan Gregory’s new collaboration with two-time MOTH Michael Stipe.

Last seen rocking some Freeman’s Sporting Club chalkstripes, the R.E.M. frontman is apparently a Rogan fan to boot. He’s also something of a frustrated artist, judging by his installation, entitled Relics, at Rogan’s new Bouwerie Lane Theatre digs.

This snap is from opening night, where Jeff Koons and Coldplay’s Chris Martin also made the scene. The show runs through July 27 so you can judge for yourself.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The cat in the hat here is usually found behind the seams, if you will, when it comes to MOTHs like Adrian Grenier and Nigel Barker.

So it’s nice to see dandified downtown tailor Duncan Quinn out and about himself for once. We spotted the bespoke Brahmin at a party for Tanqueray No. 10 and Elle magazine hosted by architect/designer Campion Platt the other night - which explains the odd choice of headgear.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’re sorry to say it, but Graydon Carter is a stubborn ass. Not eight weeks after we commended him for ditching unflatteringly-padded double-breasted suits in favor of sleek-making single-b.’s, the Vanity Fair editor is back enfolded in extra layers of fabric again, drawing undue attention to all those late night snacks at the Waverly.

We consider the pitfalls of the double-breasted jacket»

Shakespeare in the Park is a storied New York rite of summer, and the Public Theater’s annual gala on opening night is always quite a scene.

At this year’s fete, we’d like to have been a fly buzzing around Table 26 where multi-talented mates Steve Martin and Mike Nichols were holding court. Martin, in trademark fedora - this one in two-tone straw for summer - and The Graduate director Nichols are on either side of Martin’s adorable New Yorker scribe wife Anne Stringfield.

In this snap Nichols looks as if he’s putting over a particularly toothsome bon mot — perhaps something about gentlemen who fail to remove their hats during dinner.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan

We’ve previously mentioned our predilection for pulchritudinous pairings, so there’s no need for much of a rationalization to run this photo.

It features proto-Kemptress Erin Wasson, aka the Texan Tomato, and Barbados-born songbird Rihanna schmoozing at the Thompson Beverly Hills.

More on the pulchritudinous pairing»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

It would remiss of us not to point out when one of our MOTHs oversteps the bounds. Regrettably that’s just what former Talking Head David Byrne did the other night at the annual Webby Awards.

More on the Talking Head»

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We had to hand this MOTH to Dennis Hopper for pulling off the not inconsiderable feat of posing next to a drug-addled sex bomb fifty years his junior while wearing clothes made for his grandkids—and managing not to look remotely ridiculous in the process.

More on Mr. Hopper and Ms. Lohan»

The New York Observer recently went batshit over gladiator sandals, oddly devoting the entire cover to a story entitled Ben-Her.

Cited as examples of the hot women warriors sporting the style this summer were Sarah Jessica Parker, Ashley Olson and Cynthia Rowley. However, we think mouthwatering model Erin Wasson wore them best by far, at the after-party for the CFDA Awards the other night—wore one, that is, accessorized with a matching pair of glossy black crutches.

More on Ms. Wasson»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Two of our favorite fellows who both happened to be named Paul got together in London the other night for a very stylish fete.

The great Sir Paul Smith hosted a book bash for his brother-in-arms Paul Weller, aka “The Modfather,” founder of seminal Brit band The Jam and the aptly named Style Council.

More on the pair of Pauls»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

When someone shows up to an A-list fashion clusterfuck—in this case, the other night’s CFDA Awards—dressed like a metrosexual maharajah on meth—in this case, Vogue editor-at-extra-large André Leon Talley—you should of course avoid having your picture taken with said person at all costs. For one thing, clownishness of costume on such a grand scale is highly contagious, and will more than likely rub off on anyone who touches it.

More on the maharajah»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’ve never been huge fans of Moby’s music, but we have to admit we like his style. For a little bald guy with glasses he does himself pretty well. Sartorially he may not be much to write home about, but he manages to exude the right kind of insouciant electro-rock star cool in a way that’s essentially inimitable: just you try walking around like this and see how far you get if you don’t believe us.

More on the rock»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The information that downtown dude John Varvatos had opened a boutique in uptown East Hampton somehow passed us by, but then we spend more time upstate than on the East End these days—for reasons which should be obvious enough if you’ve ever been bumper-to-bumper on the Montauk Highway.

In any case, the designer who recently revamped CBGBs celebrated the first anniversary of his Hamptons outpost the other night with an exhibition of photos by the legendary Mick Rock, famous for his iconic shots of the likes of Iggy, Bowie, and Syd Barrett.

More on the photogenic trio»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

New York Rangers roisterer-turned-Vogue intern Sean Avery gets away with lots of out-there antics. We draw the line, however, at silver boots. Apparently Hedi Slimane has been passing these things around as a joke and fashion victims like our awkward forward here have fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

More on the Mr. Avery’s unlikely choice in footwear»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We were pleased to see our old friend, author, Nightlife Decathlon star and all-round bon vivant Anthony Haden-Guest crop up in the photos from Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld’s book party at the Pace/MacGill Gallery the other night—where we also spotted three-time MOTH whiz Hamish Bowles.

More on the unlikely pair»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Gentlemen: After seven months of MOTHs, we’re pleased to announce that one of our fellows has finally scored the first hat trick in this hotly-contested sartorial series.

Author, editor and World’s Best Dressed Man contender Hamish Bowles has beat out 48 other natty candidates to be the first to put a third MOTH on his mantel. You other two-time MOTH whizzes—Alan Cumming, André Benjamin, Cameron Silver, Daniel Day-Lewis, Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Michael Stipe—not to mention the rest have got some serious catching up to do, and we’ll brook no slovenliness this summer no matter how high the mercury rises, is that understood?

More on Mr. Bowles’ trifecta»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

First of all, this will be our final photographic dispatch from Vienna’s louche Life Ball, so it’s no use begging or appealing to our better nature—which so far as we know is non-existent anyway.

While Agent Provocateur founder Joe Corre’s shenanigans were certainly entertaining, it was molten media heiress Lydia Hearst who really stole the show.

More on the heiress»

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Agent Provocateur founder Joe Corre is nothing if not a consummate showman—but then what else would you expect from the son of Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren?

An explanation for this puzzling image»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

A MOTH likes his WOTH s, WWLs, and whatever they call the gratuitous knockouts in GQ just fine, but it’s exceedingly rare to find all the qualities one desires in just one woman. Often we’ve found that at least two are required.

And when it comes to the perfect pairing, it’s hard to beat the two pictured here: statuesque stunner Jessica Stam and cooler-than-thou actress Chloe Sevigny.

More on the stunning pair»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

When it first came out in 1973, Lou Reed’s tragic rock opera Berlindisappointed fans who’d been expecting an upbeat follow-up to his glam opus Transformer. Left to gather dust, it took twenty years for critical opinion to come around and finally dub it a masterwork.

Larger-than-life artist/auteur Julian Schnabel had, of course, always been a believer»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Sex Pistols svengali Malcolm McLaren is one of Thom Browne’s biggest fans. Perhaps the subversive nature of Brown’s sartorial spin appeals to the old saboteur. McLaren’s been a firm believer in épater la bourgeoisie since the SEX days.

More on the mogul in the wild»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

When he last made the MOTH scene at the Tudors premiere, Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers was decked out in a killer custom-tailored midnight blue dress suit by John Galliano. For the Met Costume Institute Gala the other night, he one-upped the basic black tie crowd in a similarly more-sartorial-than-thou suit designed by Nicolas Ghesquière for Balenciaga.

More on Mr. Rhys Meyers»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Here making his second MOTH appearance, the multi-talented André Benjamin (aka André 3000) stole the show at the Met Costume Institute’s gala Monday night.

What won us over was his beautifully-cut cream shawl-collared dinner jacket with a subtle tone-on-tone glen plaid pattern, which could be from his Benjamin Bixby line, though it looks a little on the formal side—perhaps Ralph Lauren or Brioni is a better call—worn with Hollywood-waisted dress trousers, velvet evening slippers and a perfectly-proportioned pointed-end black velvet bowtie. His signature flourishes were apparent in the straw fedora, pearl shirt studs and a somewhat faded-looking but nonetheless brassy boutonniere»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’re not entirely sure just what look Smashing Pumpkins frontman Billy Corgan was going for with this stripey Hello Sailor rig he wore to the L.A. premiere of Iron Man the other night. Actually the outfit looks more suitable to swabbing the decks than manning the mainsail, though it’s possible Corgan wasn’t thinking nautical thoughts at all. Perhaps the movie’s comic book basis simply went to his head»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Browsing through photos of the usual muttonheads at the Washington Correspondents Dinner the other night we were surprised to see our old friend, brilliant writer/director Bruce Wagner, among the throng.

Wagner, whom you might know from his masterpieces cinematic (Wild Palms, Scenes from the Class Struggle in Beverly Hills) and literary (Force Majeure , I’m Losing You, Memorial), is a writer/producer of British actress Tracey Ullman’s new satirical series, State of the Union.

More on Mr. Wagner»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

John Waters wasn’t the only one to surprise us with his stylistic splendor at the Cry-Baby musical premiere the other night. Waters’ fellow Baltimorean Adam Duritz, the Counting Crows frontman and record producer, blew in like a breath of fresh air with a preview of coming attractions, sartorially speaking, swathed in summer suiting befitting a southern gentleman.

More on Mr. Duritz»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We always just kind of took it for granted that king-of-camp John Waters only ever wears vintage threads. That’s what the writer/director’s skinny suits and ties always looked like to us, and it seemed to match his retro persona perfectly. The other night at the opening of the new musical version of his 1990 film however, we caught the unmistakable whiff of designer duds adorning his rail-thin frame.

It was the modernized boating blazer that tipped us off, of course»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

A few months ago we appealed to Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter—in an avuncular fashion—to discard the double-breasted suits which added an unflattering layer to his majestic midsection; the wrong kind of camouflage, if you will.

He has apparently taken our advice to heart»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Debonair designer Zac Posen has been on the verge of snagging many a MOTH before now, only to be usurped at the last moment by some slightly more splendiferous fellow. Truth be told, there were some very close calls where we ended up handing the prize to a less consistently natty rival, simply because we knew there’d never be a shortage of stylish Zac sightings. The man seems to be at every A-list event on the social calendar, and he’s usually the life of the party.

More on Mr. Posen»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

There’s something kind of frightening about this photo of Robert Redford and Christoper Walken—and we don’t mean in the good way that Walken usually gives us the willies. Perhaps it’s merely the fact that these two incredibly charismatic and stylish cinematic icons have gotten so damned old, while so few young fellows of any discernable panache or even talent have come along to replace them.

More on Bob and Chris»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Here we have a topping triumvirate to be reckoned with: haute hotelier Andre Balazs, literary lion Tom Wolfe, and dapper designer David Chu. Wolfe is of course a style icon of long standing, but the other two are no slouches in the dressing department either. In fact it’s rare to see three of the nattiest types in town across such a broad spectrum having a tête-à-tête.

Who could effect such a meeting of the sartorial minds?

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Quirky indie icon David Byrne has mastered many artforms, and he’s got the Grammys, Oscars and Golden Globes on the mantle to prove it. The Scottish-born former Talking Head and RISD dropout recently joined Paul Simon onstage for one night of the latter’s month-long residency at the Brooklyn Academy of Music.

More on Mr. Byrne»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Ask, and ye shall receive: an extra helping of MOTH star Waris Ahluwalia for your viewing pleasure, that is. Our favorite beturbaned member of the bon ton is pictured here with gal-about-town Jessica Joffe at a Theory party for artist David Ellis the other night.

More on Waris and Jessica»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

R.E.M. frontman Michael Stipe, last seen layering it on like a motherfucker, has always been distinctively dressed, but we’ve never seen him looking quite as natty as he did at the Food Bank for New York City’s anniversary awards gala at the Chelsea Piers the other night (where we also spotted a stylin’ Isaac Mizrahi).

More on Mr. Stipe»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Dashing designer Isaac Mizrahi makes a splash but always stays on the safe side of zany—no easy feat when you’re establishing yourself as a too-beaucoup TV personality. Though his women’s clothes and various bringing-style-to-the-masses projects get all the attention, he turned out a damn fine men’s collection for Fall 2008, which was good enough to get the nod from Bergdorf’s.

More on Mr. Mizrahi»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The other day when we said there were no challengers to Keith Richards’ reign atop sex, drugs and rock’n’roll royalty, it obviously triggered something - the appearance of a certified contender, David Johansen of the New York Dolls.

More on Mr. Johansen»

By now, you’d think someone else would have come along to usurp Keith Richards’ as the archetype of sex, drugs and rock & roll style. As a group, the geriatric juggernaut that is the Rolling Stones seems a bit comic with their never-ending world touring, but while the rest of the band looks like they’ve traded hookers and blow for Depends and Metamucil, Keef keeps rocking on.

He’s not carefully-maintained and certainly not well-preserved, but rather perfectly and stylishly weathered.

More Keef»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Sharon Stoned, we mean—as far as we know foppish Fiat heir Lapo Elkann has steered clear of the hard stuff since that unfortunate incident with the transvestite hooker in Turin.

In fact, our boy Lapo is now such a testament to recovery he was hobnobbing with the actress at an event honoring his appointment as ambassador to some kind of newfangled medical center.

More on our esteemed Mr. Elkann»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Following in the footsteps of Sean Penn and Petra Nemcova, aging action hero Bruce Willis has been stepping out lately with a much younger model, sometime Victoria’s Secret siren Emma Hemming.

Willis isn’t really known for his sartorial savoir faire, but he does have the sense to realize that a new look is necessary to pull off a poule de luxe.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

If you’ve spent any time on the New York style circuit, you’ve no doubt come across idiosyncratic aRUDE magazine founder Iké Udé. With his dandified duds, the Nigerian-born artist, publisher and aesthete brightens up many an otherwise dull evening.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

He creeped us out in Match Point and modeled for Versace and Hugo Boss before embarking on his latest role—a kind of priapic, po-mo Henry VIII in The Tudors—but Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers has always won full marks for his stylish attire.

At the Tudors premiere the other night, he sported an ensemble that had an almost Rockabilly look to it: a midnight blue dress suit with satin piping on the lapels—custom-tailored by John Galliano—and a superskinny leather tie by Camilla Staerk.

More on Mr. Rhys Meyers»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Looking through the past week’s party pix we were struck by this classic triptych of extremely influential characters. At an opening of an exhibition of photographs by Mikhail Baryshnikov the other night, the coolest dude to ever don a pair of ballet tights was flanked by fellow icons Julian Schnabel and Lou Reed.

We’d watch that show»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Brazilian jewelry designer / socialite Luigi Tadini—full name Gian Luigi de Almeida Prado Tadini—is one of those rare fellows who can pull off an ascot. You might say he’s carved out something of a niche in the offbeat neckwear department.

Tadini, a sometime model who also had a small role in The Devil Wears Prada, describes his style as “a mix between a young Mick Jagger and 40 year-old Cary Grant and perhaps a little Alain Delon”. The man knows his references, at least.

More on Mr. Tadini’s influences»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Last time Scottish actor Alan Cumming caught our eye, he was sporting the latest in equestrian chic. For this, his second MOTH conquest, he would at first glance appear to be dressed much more conservatively—but only at first glance.

We find this triple-black ensemble of his, worn to the premiere of a new off-Broadway production of Chekhov’s The Seagull in which he co-stars, to be of equal interest. It’s rescued from the mundane by the dressy elements, the textural appeal, and an offbeat approach to the old ‘black tie’ chestnut.

More on Mr. Cumming’s ensemble»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

What we have here is a study in contrasts. You could call it old vs. new, youth vs. experience, or even the future vs. the past. On a purely sartorial level, however, we would just call this pic of Irish nouveau-folkie Damien Rice and Canadian-born singer/songwriter, poet and novelist Leonard Cohen good vs. bad.

At the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame’s gala at the Waldorf-Astoria the other night, the great Cohen was inducted into that dubious institution. Rice performed one of Cohen’s songs in tribute; he should have borrowed Cohen’s classic evening clothes as well.

A study in contrast»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

In our first five months of MOTHs we’ve witnessed some significant sartorial transformations—see Hanks, Tom—but none so dramatic as today’s honoree, Terry Richardson, the photographer who’s pioneered a sort of nouveau-perv aesthetic. Richardson, son of famed fashion photographer Bob Richardson, lensed fellow MOTH Tom Ford’s controversial new ad campaign. Richardson has long favored a uniform of grungey plaid flannel shirts, thermal underwear and well-worn tees.

But the Natural History Museum’s Ball saw another side of Mr. Richardson»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The gangster / jazz great look is a hard one to pull off with any measure of success. Too often practitioners err with exaggeratedly-cut or outlandishly-fabric’d suits, overly large or oddly-hued hats, ridiculous neckties, or just generally odious accessories and embellishments. The trick is to keep things as elegantly simple and classic as possible, perhaps even a little austere if you really don’t want anyone thinking you’re on your way to a costume ball.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The prevalence of the Sleek Grey Suit among men of style these days is aesthetically appealing but not terribly interesting, sartorially speaking. But here comes Stanley Tucci to show us how it should be done.

Tucci, the acclaimed actor (and also writer, producer and director) who currently has seven different movies in production, elevated the SGS to a whole new level with the simple addition of a dashing, brilliantly hued scarf.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The restaurants bearing the Mr. Chow moniker are known as much for their haute-chinois cuisine and glittering clientele as their sophisticated, understated elegance. Small wonder then that the real Mr. Chow embodies the latter perfectly.

We’ve never had the pleasure of dining at the original London location, opened in 1968, but the super-stylish New York outpost on E. 57th St. is one of our favorite restaurants in the world. The man behind it all, Michael Chow, is also an actor of note and an art collector extraordinaire whose portrait has been painted by David Hockney and Jean-Michel Basquiat, among others.

More on Mr. Chow»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

In his capacity as a graphic design demigod, Chip Kidd routinely transforms books into objets d’art. In the course of a celebrated career he’s done dazzling dustjackets for everyone from John Updike to Bret Easton Ellis. Some of his work, like the famous dinosaur skeleton he designed for Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park, even takes on a life of its own.

More on today’s MOTH»

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It’s high time for a tip of the hat to our fearless MOTH photographer Patrick McMullan, no slouch in the dressing department in his own right. He makes it look easy, but we honestly don’t know how he keeps up the pace.

More on today’s MOTH»

Welcome to the MOTH makeover edition. Rather than an award for a single outfit, this one goes to Tom Hanks for his recent transformation from Tinseltown schlub to one of Hollywood’s best-dressed men.

Up until the past few months, it was strictly sack suits and Today’s Man looks for the hapless Hanks, when he could even be bothered to wear a tie. When Hanks started turning out extra nattily, we quickly detected the hand of Machiavellian style master (and MOTH mainstay) Tom Ford, whose new ad campaign is causing such a ruckus. Ford prescribed well-cut suits and elegant ties with bespoke details in classic monochromatic palettes worthy of Cary Grant.

More on Hanks’ latest transformation»

This is a MOTH won by dint of sheer overwhelming effort on the part of quirky R.E.M. frontman Michael Stipe. Simply put, Stipe staggered us with the most impressive example of layering we’ve come across all season—and trust us, the competition was fierce.

At the New York premiere of Be Kind Rewind the other night, Stipe wore all of the following»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Cuban painter, sculptor, illustrator, chronicler and critic Ruben Toledo is in an enviable position for a well-dressed man about town: his wife Isabel is a fashion designer who frequently whips up bespoke threads in their sprawling loft-cum-atelier hidden atop a turn-of-the-century building.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

At the house of Bill Blass, where he was recently installed as creative director, young designer Peter Som is overseeing the women’s line (Michael Bastian has control of menswear). But Som, who worked for the late Mr. Blass himself after graduating from the Parsons School of Design and who debuted his own collection in 2001, is no sartorial slouch.

At a Le Cirque dinner the other night celebrating his new position, Som was in far nattier form than the laid-back Bastian usually musters»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

At some imprecise moment over the last decade or so, Lou Reed morphed from groundbreaking rock’n’roll genius and primogenitor of everything cool into a scrawny, wrinkle-necked old man in outlandish clothing. There must have come a moment when Reed, who turns 66 next week, realized that the good old black leather motorcycle jacket was no longer appropriate on a man of his years. That was fine as far as it went; but instead of deciding to dress his age - which of course need entail no sacrifice of style - he made the classic mistake of dressing like a much younger man; practically a teenager, and a partially lobotomized one to boot.

More on the rockasaurus»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

While he may have dressed multiple MOTHs (four to date) as well as James Bond, every so often we’re reminded that Tom Ford is really his own best model. In the same sort of way that a restaurant with an absentee owner never seems quite right, Ford’s clothes come across so well precisely because they’ve been road tested and perfected by the man himself, who just happens to be one of the most stylish men on the planet.

The other night at the opening of a new wing at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art»

When we last checked in with Blue Iris, the tint had just been named Pantone’s Color of the Year. Capturing 2007’s peaceful, contemplative side, Blue Iris was going places, we just had no idea how many places.

Seen here modeling Thom Browne’s latest collection, Blue Iris has kept busy during his tenure as Color of the Year. Here’s a few of the places we’ve spotted the season’s hippest hue:

Where we’ve seen Blue Iris around town»

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Fiat heir and Agnelli scion Lapo Elkann has experienced a lot of ups and downs in his 30 years. Once destined to succeed his legendary grandfather Gianni Agnelli, Lapo’s career trajectory came to a crashing halt when he overdosed in the apartment of a transsexual hooker in Turin in 2005. He has since sobered up (according to some reports) and moved to New York after the lukewarm launch of a sunglasses line called Italia Independent.

Through it all, he has remained impeccably dressed»

Robert Geller

We return to our runway recaps, detailing the top ten Kempt looks from Fashion Week. It’s important to note here that since most men’s collections are revealed to marketers and buyers two weeks before the big festivities under the tents, most designers have a two-week jump on the women’s clothiers, allowing for laid-back, open-bar presentations here and there. This may or may not have been a good thing. We’ll have to check with our sponsor.

8. Loden Dager:

A little-known brand in the big scheme of things, Loden Dager has gained a good deal of popular support from editors and insiders. Some of this is due to it’s colorful cast of designers, but more of it has to do with their intriguing mix of prep and subversion. Yes, yes, at their presentation (white wine) there were flat-front pants and simple overcoats a plenty. But the careful use of oversized checks, wide collars and bold color palettes made these familiar, almost conservative forms new and inviting. In particular, a ghostly slate three-piece suit was a winner. [Paper Magazine]

And #7 is…»

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One thing we always look forward to during Fashion Week is the daily appearance of Hamish Bowles, Vogue’s European editor-at-large — not to mention an impeccably-plumed peacock who was one of our original MOTHs.

More on today’s MOTH»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Waris Ahluwalia is much more than just the cool Indian guy in the Wes Anderson movies; he’s also a jewelry designer and one of the best-dressed men in town, though people tend to focus on the turban and not his threads.

The other night a Purple magazine Fashion Week party at Paul Sevigny’s crypto-swank Beatrice Inn, his favorite haunt, Waris bowled us over in a bespoke brown, green and burgundy flecked herringbone wool tweed suit with a forest green wool waistcoat and a crimson knitted wool tie: a perfectly balanced and seasonal palette that’s as warming to look upon as it must be to wear.

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With the “rock look” flying around so much these days—we’re looking at you, John—it’s easy to forget the people who crafted that look in the first place: the musicians, but more importantly the photographers.

Scandinavian photographer Eric Broms’ is one of the more recent arrivals to the scene, but his work is a pretty good example of it. His subjects range from icons like Madonna and Debbie Harry to the more primal flair of Mr. James Osterberg (also known as Iggy Pop.)

For a chance to see the pics in person, try his photography exhibit uptown »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

So far Fashion Week has been pretty much of a disappointment sartorially; blame it on the morons who decided to hold the thing in the middle of February, when inclement weather dictates that one must choose comfort over style, like it or not. Still, we’ve seen a couple of standouts at the various shows and parties; first up, natty Nigel Barker, the London-born photographer and America’s Next Top Model judge, pictured here at the Betsey Johnson show with fashion maven Mary Alice Stephenson.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We have always regarded idiosyncratic impresario Andre 3000 (née Andre Benjamin) as one of the most stylish men in modern music. A fitting heir to Jimi Hendrix in many ways, it’s felicitous that Benjamin (who has several acting credits to his name) has long had a Hendrix biopic in the works. Now he’s branching out into fashion with his own line called Benjamin Bixby, inspired by 1930s football players.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The admirable cause of saving the High Line on Manhattan’s West Side might have only gotten so far on merit alone; what really put it over the top were all the fabulous fetes and benefits held to raise money for the daunting task of converting it into a public park and promenade (and possibly the only safe vantage point for viewing the Meat Packing District on some nights). High Line booster Bronson van Wyck (as in the Expressway named for his ancestors), is the event planner extraordinaire who donated his serves to the cause.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Out of all the Hollywood heavies stalking the red carpet at the 14th Annual SAG Awards the other night, bearded Canuck Ryan Gosling stood out for his superlative sartoriality.

Gosling, a Chet Baker fan and accomplished jazz guitarist in his own right, sported one of those signature Tom Ford single-breasted, peak-lapel three-piece suits we’ve been musing on lately, in a new incarnation. His was a steel-hued silk and linen herringbone number with oversized patch pockets, worn with a white-collared tan and gray checked shirt and black leather shoes also from Ford’s closet. Adorning his lapel was a special tribute to unfortunate pal Heath Ledger in the form of a black ribbon designed by his sister Mandi, Gosling’s date for the evening.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Scottish actor and parfumeur Alan Cumming has always been one of the more interestingly-dressed Hollywood types treading the red carpet. While a little theatrical for our taste at times, he often pulls off a nod to showmanship while still managing to be the best-dressed man in the room. Such was the case at the Italian Trade Commission’s Made In Italy cocktail party hosted by Isabella Rossellini the other night.

Cumming turned out in an equestrian ensemble »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

It was merely a matter of time ‘till Andrew Saffir snagged his first MOTH. Saffir, one of the best-dressed men in town, is also one of the most visible; he hosts some of the hottest movie premieres in the city as founder of the chic Cinema Society.

At a dinner for Marie Claire magazine at Milk Studios the other night, the former Ralph Lauren exec and Hamptons habitué turned out in a haute hacking jacket and cargo pants combo that radiated sporty elegance.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

It’s officially the season of the single-breasted peak lapel suit—which suits us just fine. Once solely confined to the realm of bespoke, this snappy style dating from the 1920s has enjoyed a revival of late, as our two newest MOTHs can attest.

On the heels of Josh Brolin and his dapper D&G number comes Matthew Broderick in an equally alluring black birdseye wool model, worn to the premiere of David Mamet’s new political play November the other night. Like Brolin, Broderick eschewed a necktie, opting instead for a signature stripe Paul Smith scarf, the stylishness of which we can personally attest to since the very same model is often found adorning our own neck this time of year.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Josh Brolin was named after Steve McQueen’s character in 1958’s Wanted: Dead or Alive; consciously or not, he seems to be living up to the name. Like McQueen, he’s a rugged fellow who races cars in his spare time, and now he’s picking up something of the legendary King of Cool’s style as well.

At the National Board of Review Awards gala the other night (where he rubbed shoulders with fellow MOTH Julian Schnabel), Brolin stood out, but subtly so, in a two-button, single-breasted peak lapel suit in lightweight wool from Dolce & Gabbana’s fall collection, with a texturally interesting diagonal weave and flat-front trousers.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Yes, we know what you’re thinking: What the hell is he doing here? Certainly no-one in their right mind would call larger-than-life art world provocateur Julian Schnabel well dressed, but you’ve got to admit he’s got a lot of style—inimitable and even unenviable as it might be. When he first started wearing pajamas in public we were more than a bit skeptical; but when he threw some cashmere on top we started to see the light.

He not only owns this look (like anyone else wanted it), but he’s really making the mad genius thing work.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Look sharp, men, the competition is heating up—we have our second repeat MOTH on the heels of Daniel Day-Lewis’ landmark victory last week. The first time around, dandified Los Angeles-based vintage clothing mogul Cameron Silver caught our attention with a green velvet Gucci suit and custom croc loafers. At the Art of Elysium benefit gala in L.A. the other night he went one better in a custom-made toile dinner jacket that blew the lid off the staid black tie crowd.

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Photography: Patrick McMullan

Here’s a hint: When Thom Browne’s clothes start to look a little ridiculous on Thom Browne, it’s obviously time to start dressing like adults again. At the unveiling of Repetto shoes’ 60th Anniversary traveling exhibition hosted by Mo‚àö¬¥t & Chandon at the Max Lang gallery the other night, Browne in his trademark shrunken ensemble resembled nothing so much as the Frankenstein monster from one of those old-fashioned horror flicks, whose clothes fit him much the same way.

While the fabric and glen plaid patterns were beyond reproach, even artist/designer Tobias Wong seemed a little put off by the cartoonish cut of Browne’s jib »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

The New York Times may feel no affection for it, but Brad Pitt seems solidly behind the three-piece suit surge judging by what he wore to the 13th Annual Critics’ Choice Awards in L.A. the other night. Of course there are two mitigating factors: a) he’s Brad Pitt, and b) his threads are by Tom Ford.

In other words, he doesn’t give a shit if some twit from the Times advises him to “ditch the suit.”»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Among the many things Snoop Dogg is known—or perhaps we should say notorious—for, sartorial splendor isn’t really numbered among them. But we had to hand the man a MOTH for the threads he sported at the 13th Annual Critics’ Choice Awards in L.A. the other night. Eschewing the usual barfy bling of the rap star set, Snoop (pictured here with his wife Shante Broadus) pulled off an ensemble that was both eye-catching and classic at the same time.

Anchoring the look was a black four-button velvet Dolce & Gabbana frock coat with satin trim »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We would never have guessed it, but quirky actor Daniel Day-Lewis has garnered the much-coveted distinction of becoming the first fellow ever to be named MOTH more than once. At the New York Film Critics Circle Awards the other night where he picked up Best Actor honors for There Will Be Blood, Day-Lewis was dashing in a custom-made charcoal grey double-breasted chalkstripe suit, worn with a tattersall shirt, subtly spotted silver silk tie, and brown suede shoes, Duke of Windsor-style.

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

In our never-ending quest to improve the entertainment industry’s sartorial standards, we’re glad to see that somewhat scruffy Entourage star Adrian Grenier is stepping up his style. At a charity ball he hosted to raise money for building wells in Africa the other night, Grenier looked quite dashing in a bespoke Duncan Quinn creation.

More on today’s MOTH, including a full size picture »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

At Marquee these days where he mans the velvet rope he’s known simply as the “The Hammer,” but anyone who’s frequented NYC hotspots for the past decade recognizes Wass Stevens as one of the most provocatively-dressed dudes wherever he happens to be. An actor by day with a burgeoning CV, the former boxer and assistant district attorney favors the custom creations of Ron & Ron, which combine “class with a hint of rogue”, mixed in with select A-list label pieces.

More on today’s MOTH at Marquee’s Fourth Anniversary bash »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’ve been keeping an eye on the dapper Derrick Miller and his brother Kirk since they started their very sharp shoe line Barker Black back in 2005. Derrick, a veteran of Ralph Lauren’s design studio, describes his personal style as “sophisticated, with a touch of fuck you.” We couldn’t have said it better ourselves. The Millers love to blend their own designs with tailor-tweaked thrift store finds—as Derrick puts it, “all the favorite things in my closet I paid less than 30 bucks for.”

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We were first drawn to the turn of the century Texas oil flick There Will Be Blood by the tweedy wardrobe of its star Daniel Day-Lewis. Very Freeman’s Sporting Club, we thought.

And how apropos for the Times to subsequently declare the return of tweed—yet another of those things that never really went anywhere to begin with, as far as we’re concerned.

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There’s something about Miami, the badly-dressed epicenter of the Northern Hemisphere, that seems to affect even the most sensible of men. Take Glenn O’Brien, the weathered and usually well-put together “Style Guy” of GQ fame.

In town this week for the round of shindigs, O’Brien apparently left his dress sense in his other pants.»

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Few actors personify cool as well as Willem Dafoe. Even an otherwise cheesy action flick is elevated by his quirky, quietly menacing presence. Usually he gets stuck playing the bad guy, but there are worse things to be stuck doing. At the 21st anniversary bash for Italian designer Ennio Capasa’s Costume National line the other night, Dafoe sported a classic combo with refined, modern details that set him above the basic black pack.

More on today’s MOTH, plus a full size photo »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Johnny Depp has come up with some pretty iffy outfits in the past, and yet he’s always managed to do so with a certain panache that saved the day, sartorially. Nonetheless, we far prefer it when he takes a more classic approach, as he did with brilliant results as the premiere of his new movie Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street this week.

There was just the right touch of Todd in his ensemble »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Being married to Madonna must be no picnic, even for a rough and tumble type like Guy Ritchie. He started out as your average yob, then she got him involved in all that quasi-religious claptrap in L.A. and he had to trail around after her in white velour tracksuits carrying the Kabbalah Water.

Since moving back to his native British countryside, however…

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Kilian Hennessy embodies that old chestnut about life not being fair. The dashing Sorbonne grad is the grandson of the founder of the LVMH Group and the heir to a long line of “luxury pioneers.” You should have seen all the well-bred babes fawning over him at the launch of his new By Kilian fragrance collection, L’Oeuvre Noir, the other night at Bergdorf’s. And unlike us, he will never, ever, run out of cognac.

That a fellow like this should be extremely well-dressed to boot comes as no surprise we suppose »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan

Well-dressed men in a dressed-down town like Hollywood are something of a rarity. Dandies on the order of Cameron Silver, owner of A-list vintage clothing emporium Decades, are practically an endangered species. The 6’3” fashion plate, pictured here with Debbie Mazar, showed his colors at a party for Boucheron’s Animaux jewelry colllection to benefit L.A.’s Museum of Contemporary Art earlier this week.

More on our MOTH’s kit, including those custom green crocs…

Photography: Patrick McMullan

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan

This marks the first, but by no means the last, MOTH appearance for Hamish Bowles, the dashing Brit writer, editor and style guru who’s one of the best dressed men in the world. His impeccable bespoke suits—some day we hope to wrest from him the name of his tailor—are always accompanied by eye-popping shirt and tie combinations, offset by the ever-present insouciant forelock and bold tortoiseshell eyeglasses.

More on today’s MOTH…

Photography: Patrick McMullan

We’ve never paid a whole lot of attention to Grey’s Anatomy star Patrick Dempsey, but from the evidence at hand he seems to be one of those fellows who matures well, like a good bottle of Bordeaux. Always a pretty snappy dresser, at 41 he’s finally coming into his own, style-wise.

More on today’s MOTH…

Photography: Patrick McMullan

There were plenty of young bucks in the fashion biz sporting ‘creative’ black tie at the CFDA/Vogue 7th on Sale gala the other night. But Ralph Lauren left ‘em all in the dust. His ensemble consisted of an unbuttoned double-breasted dinner jacket over a black cashmere turtleneck, black velvet jodhpurs, black leather riding boots and a black calfskin equestrian-style belt with a silver clasp and buckles. The effect was pure Errol Flynn. More on Ralph…

Welcome to our newest feature, the Kempt Man of the Hour. We’re thrilled to have legendary photographer Patrick McMullan on the Kempt team, keeping an eye—and lens—out for the most stylish men about town on his nightly rounds. We’ll highlight the best of the bunch on a regular basis….

Many of the moneyed crowd at last week’s Guggenheim International Gala wondered who this impeccably dressed young man might be. Turns out he was the evening’s entertainment. Soulful singer/songwriter Ferraby Lionheart has been favorably compared to the late Elliot Smith, and (for once) not without reason; his debut self-titled EP is in our permanent collection. Though his workaday attire is quite a bit more casual, Mr. Lionheart certainly knows how to step up to the occasion…