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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.
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.
Vrrrrom!: Battlestar Galatica’s Grace Park drives us a little crazy. [Egotastic]
Short Suit: Don’t, okay? Just don’t. [TelegraphUK]
For the Boys: Hermès to open men’s only shop in our fair city. [DNR]
“What Makes Brad Pitt’s Shirt Style So Great?”: Maybe because he’s Brad Pitt? Just putting that out there. [Tailor in Style]
Bang for Your Buck: It’s a good time to be a cheap ass. [NYTimes]
Hat Head: Tips for capping your big, fat noggin. [Art of Manliness]
It seems there was a bit of a delay in getting the latest tribute to the King of Cool off to the printers; a certain Mr. Pitt who had signed up to write a foreword about his idol never managed to come up with anything except “Angelina ate my homework.”
Well, the book—Unforgettable Steve McQueen is finally here, and it was well worth the wait. In place of Brad’s encomiums it has the best collection of McQueen pix we’ve seen yet —and that’s saying something. If you only buy one McQueen book for your Ultimate Gentleman’s Library, this should be it.
Also worth noting: the book is actually French (subtitle, Inoubliable Steve McQueen); seems celebrating our style icons is yet another place where the Frogs have us beat.
We’ve had our eye on Quentin Tarantino’s Inglorious Bastards for a while now, but this snap is the first sign that it might be a breath of fresh air on the style front.
Bastards is Tarantino’s take on war movies—specifically The Dirty Dozen, which deserves a post all its own—and rumors have been swirling around it since the script leaked onto the internet. Since then, there’s been a steady stream of casting rumors, including The Office’s B. J. Novak as “the little one,” torturey director Eli Roth as Donny Donowitz a.k.a. “the Bear Jew,” and, of course, Mr. Jolie playing Lt. Aldo Raine, the group’s leader. In other words, it’s classic Tarantino madness, with equal doses of ultra-violence, obscure filmic references and general profanity.
And anyone interested in army boots and coarse wool coats is about to get a big boost of inspiration…and maybe even sales.
If you’ve walked past a newsstand this past week, you might have seen an uncharacteristically craggy Brad Pitt staring back at you. And, for once, it isn’t CGI.
The special effects come from the photographer and photorealist painter Chuck Close, apparently at the request of Mr. Pitt himself. We don’t doubt that Pitt can get whoever he wants to take his picture, but Close isn’t a glamour artist like Annie Liebowitz, and the result ends up looking positively Eastwood-esque.
Mind-boggling surrealism is nothing new in Japanese ads, but it usually tends to the hyperactive, instead of the meditatively crazy.
This Softbank spot comes from Spike Jonze and it seems to have caught him in the middle of a domestic streak. It focuses on the strangely tender relationship between the paternal Brad Pitt and his charge, an infantile Sumo wrestler. We’ve watched it five times now, and for some reason we can’t look away. We’re not sure if it’s the relationship we want with our bank, but it’s nice to see Mr. Jolie show his non-bloodthirsty side.
We know everything’s a toy nowadays, but this 1/6th replica is still weird enough to catch our eye. We’re not sure if it helps or hurts his Oscar chances…
