A friend of mine likes to say that clothing in magazines only looks good because of how handsome the models are. But one glance at Taron Egerton’s transformation from slob to spy in the Kingsman testifies to the power of style.
You may remember that there was a football game a couple of Sundays ago that ended in dramatic fashion. As the clock ticked down to zero and players and media spilled onto the field, no one knew quite what to make of what had just happened. It took color commentator Cris Collinsworth a few minutes to get over his shock at the Seahawks’ last play call. Game-winning hero Malcolm Butler could barely speak. I had only one question: Is Patriots owner Bob Kraft really going to accept the Lombardi trophy wearing a matching tie-and-pocket-square set?!?
We are now in the very dead of winter on the United States East Coast, when every joule of body heat is crowned and cherished. Your first lines of defense against the cold should be a hefty overcoat, a chunky scarf, and some well-lined gloves. Then a waistcoat, a hat, and some long underwear if you still need extra protection.
One might expect the author of nearly one hundred books over a seventy-five year career to produce checkout-line boilerplate. But despite his own self-description as “a writing machine,” P.G. Wodehouse earned the name “The Master” from none other than Evelyn Waugh. Decades later Douglas Adams said, “I aspire to write like P.G. Wodehouse,” a wish one can easily detect in Adams’s work.
I drink. Let’s get this straight; I enjoy a strong spirit over ice. Bourbon, Kentucky’s finest. Barrel aged, casked and left to blossom into a fine whiskey. I won’t get overly complex here on how the wheat, rye, barley and corn come together to perform some chemical reaction that I end up drinking years later. I just know the stuff is damn good.
A recent article at Vox reminds us of the unrealistic ideals of feminine beauty - ideals made all the more unattainable by the fact that they change across time and across culture. The unspoken assumption is that standards of male beauty are either non-existent, more lenient, or more constant.
Harry Truman famously demanded a one-handed economist, because “they’re always saying on the one hand this, on the other hand that.” It’s true that on an embarrassingly wide number of important issues, the field has not reached any consensus. But one of the few principles every self-respecting economist holds dear is the importance of thinking about marginal changes, rather about averages.
In the most frigid nights of winter, there are few friends more welcome and more comforting than an overcoat. With its longer length and heavier wool, it is the closest you can feel outside to standing by a fire.