Leading Man: Sure, Daniel Day-Plainview may have drunk George Clooney’s milkshake last night, but with his shawl-collar tux and styled arm candy, Dr. Ross walked away with our award. [Observer]

Fit to Be Tied: Speaking of the Oscars, a few attendees, including Scientology’s unofficial co-pilot Ms. John Travolta, can’t manage a bow on their own. For shame. [Manolo for Men]

Sparkle, Sparkle: Dear Diablo Cody, remember that those snarky, insipid style critics have a job to do and tearing you apart is just part of it. It’s nothing personal. As far as we’re concerned, you’ll always be the second or third hottest former stripper to win for best script. [Beauty Fashion Life]

Hand Me Down: Adrian Grenier says vintage style is good for Mother Earth. Damned hippie. [Hoopla]

Watch out for Klingons: Ted Baker goes zoom! zap! bleep! bleep! in your underwear. [Retro to Go]

The White Pages: Social injustice, the class system and America’s yawning racial divide arrived bundled with P.C. Richards circulars this Sunday. [PSFK]

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»

ScarMo: Scarlett Johansson tries being the new Marilyn Monroe. But where’s a subway draft when you need it? [My Fashion Life]

Red is the New Black: Has men’s fashion gone communist? If only we could have some kind of witch-hunt to clear this whole thing up. [International Herald Tribune]

Art Cribs: Inside Ruben Toledo’s amazing loft. That’s just how MOTHs live these days. [NYMag]

White Tie: The Obama administration makes its first style faux pas. At least there weren’t any diplomats around. [Luxist]

It’s amazing what you can do just by breaking a few rules.

For instance, you never see this kind of point-creased collar outside of a tuxedo…except when someone’s flexing their design muscle.

And if you had to choose a shirt that’s the exact opposite of a tuxedo, it would probably be this kind of geometric almost-flannel.

Just keep it well-starched.

via LAT

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.