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Blunt, White, and Preppy

Being Blunt: Ms. Blunt graces the pages of Vanity Fair. We assume this is how she always dresses. [FashionIndie]

In the Sun: A quick primer on how to wear white. [A Suitable Wardrobe]

Blast from the Past: Yet more preppiness from the LIFE archives. [A Continuous Lean]

A Series of Tubes: Lifetime movie recaps help up to rediscover our love for the form. [Vice]

—R.B.

In the Sky

It’s not bad weather for stargazing, wherever you happen to be.

NASA just released this image in anticipation of the latest Hubble repair mission, so you’ll have something to look for this weekend.

—R.B.

Choices, Choices

One of the highlights of Britain’s current turn in the style spotlight is the steady stream of heritage brands taking their star turn. This month, it’s Baracuta, a lightweight jacket company recently been favored by a J. Crew collab, a quasi-placement in the latest Bond flick and seemingly endless supply of good press.

Of course, a history of showing up on the shoulders of everyone from Steve McQueen to Joe Strummer doesn’t hurt.

Most of the praise is deserved, but the real trick is choosing a favorite among Baracuta’s deceptively uniform stock. The different models are only inches apart in cut…but a few inches can make all the difference. Opinions vary: Mr. Craig favors the G4, while J. Crew’s collab sticks closest to the original G9, and h(y)r collectives Ryan Willms recently swore allegiance to the slim-fit G9.

For our money, we’ll take the sharper shoulders and higher waist of the Vintage Fit Mod G10, but it all depends on how your torso’s shaped. As far as color goes, we’d go with the cranberry red made famous by James Dean…but it’s hard to go too far wrong.

—R.B.

Aiming High

We tend to be a little wary of high tops, but this Clae pair has just about everything we need. They’re desert boot-ish without being desert boots, and the white soles give it a contrast missing in more earth-toned sneaks. And we can always use a little more matte black.

—R.B.

Getting a Hickey

Ever since Hart Schaffner Marx filed for Chapter 11, we’ve been waiting to hear what’s in store for subsidiary marques like hickey and Hickey Freeman. And while we wouldn’t advise giving up your stockpile of pot-logo’d polos just yet, we’re detecting a noticeable light at the end of the tunnel.

The latest report from WWD details the three main bidders for HSM, and their various priorities. It’s a safe bet that one of the private equity firms will come down with ownership, but the question is whether they’ll decide hickey’s worth more dead than alive. Naturally, we prefer the latter.

Keep your fingers crossed.

—R.B.

Ringmaster

James Toback’s documentary Tyson comes out today, but the director’s relationship with the iconic boxer actually goes back two decades, to when Iron Mike was just a 19-year-old up-and-comer. The movie has moments of humor and sadness—sometimes at the same time, as when he calls Don King a “wretched, slimy, reptilian motherfucker” who “would kill his mother for a dollar.” (But how does he really feel?) We sat down to talk with Toback to talk about whether he’s scared of the champ, Tyson’s curiously strong knowledge of 19th Century poetry, and the perils of the eight-day acid trip.

Kempt: So, Mike Tyson: Crazy or misunderstood?

JT: Certainly misunderstood. Crazy, only in the sense that he’s not a conventional, linear person, and is on his own channel, in a kind of uncompromising way.

K: So why do so many people think this guy is nuts?

JT: Primarily the ear-biting and the rape conviction. I think if you take away those two things, the perception would pretty much be gone.

K: You’ve known Mike for 20 years. Has it ever been scary working with him?

JT: No, [but] he said something interesting after seeing the movie: “You know, I always used to wonder why people said they were scared of me. [After] watching the film tonight, I’m scared of that guy.”

K: At one point in the movie, he reads from Oscar Wilde’s “The Ballad of Reading Gaol.” Your idea, right?

JT: I asked him if he knew the poem, he said no. I said it’s by Oscar Wilde. He said, “You know who Oscar Wilde’s boyfriend was?” I said, Lord Alfred Douglas. He said, “You know who Douglas’s father was?” I said, Yes, the Marquis of Queensbury. He said, “You know what the Marquis of Queensbury did? He started the Queensbury Boxing Rules.”

K: Did that surprise you?

JT: It did. I have to say, if you’d asked me to lay odds on whether or not he would have known that Lord Alfred Douglas was Oscar Wilde’s boyfriend, I probably would have put it at 10-to-1 against.

K: We heard you once had an eight-day LSD trip; Mike slowly lost it in prison. Did those experiences help you bond?

JT: Well, I told him about it the first night we met. And the idea of being out there, over on the other side—which is something only someone who has been can understand—was something he was fascinated by. But it was from a distance. When he got out of prison, he knew it first-hand because it had happened to him when he was in solitary confinement.

K: What is this “other side,” can you describe it?

JT: No, that’s the thing. Imagine trying to explain what an orgasm feels like to someone who’s never had one. This is a negative orgasm, multiplied exponentially.

—Staff

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