The Right Tie, Collar or Lapel Width? It’s About Proportion, Not Trend.
As I see it, the right width of a jacket lapel, the right width of a tie and the right width of a shirt collar are all connected. It’s about proportions, not trends.
As I see it, the right width of a jacket lapel, the right width of a tie and the right width of a shirt collar are all connected. It’s about proportions, not trends.
Who nailed it, who failed it and who elegantly derailed it...
In terms of colors and patterns, I tend to walk on the quieter side, going with more subdued choices in clothing. I'm not a sartorial screamer looking to get noticed from 100 yards away. My suits are mostly dark, either…
Two for the Road (1967) arguably produced Audrey Hepburn’s best, bravest and most mature performances ever put on film, and yet it is one of her least famous movies.
As I've said in previous editions of this piece, Hollywood stars command bigger paychecks and higher profiles than their Broadway counterparts. The money and visibility gives Hollywood more access to designers and well-paid (and often overpaid) stylists to help them…
I’m not very confident with color, but I am improving. That said, my favorite shirt to wear is the great white dress shirt. With companies like Brooks Brothers and Charles Tyrwhitt killing real cotton shirts and replacing them with Stepford Shirts made with toxic, formaldehyde-soaked, no-iron/wrinkle-free cotton, it’s become very difficult to find real, handsome, well-made and affordable cotton dress shirts without going custom.
For years, Clarence Eckerson from Streetfilms and Hal Ruzal from Bicycle Habitat in NYC have been collaborating on a short (and very helpful) web video series called “Hal Grades Your Bike Locking.” Clarence asked me to come along for the newest installment so Hal could grade my bike locking. I won’t reveal my grade until the full video comes out on May 5, but I will say that it was pretty consistent with my GPA.
In this teaser/outtake, Hal and I each share a brief story about having a bike (or part of it) stolen.
Over the weekend, I was invited to a friend's apartment for the first time here in Manhattan for an intimate gathering to hear him play some Schubert and Rachmaninov selections on the piano. It was one of those situations where…
It’s finally starting to feel like spring. After one of the bitchiest winters in recent memory, signs suggest that summer is actually coming. With temperatures flirting with 70°, men in the city are already starting to show some leg.
I don’t wear shorts in the city. In the midst of our culture’s relentless quest to recapture the ultra casual comforts of a onesie or a softball practice outfit in adulthood, I won’t do it. The inner child seems to be flourishing. It’s the inner adult I’m worried about.
Spring is springing, job submissions are tanking, taxes are taxing and I have to move. The time is ripe for reinvention. At 43, I'm embarking on what feels like my seventh career. I've been an actor, a waiter, a bartender,…