Uniqlo is a Japanese clothing store that Handsome considers to be the Japanese H&M – a huge retail store stocked with dirt cheap essentials from t-shirts to suits. We were turned to Uniqlo when GQ featured some of their jackets in an issue about 6 months ago. As much as we’d like to buy every great looking suit they feature from the likes of John Varvatos and others, we’re not exactly Old Man Moneybags. Seeing anything suit-like featured in GQ for under $500 warrants attention, and Uniqlo was added to our mental list of things to do whenever we went to New York next.
First and foremost – what is it with businesses that start with a ‘U’ and having some sort of robot on hand to do their dirty work? It’s still our Handsome opinion that these organizations have seriously underestimated the danger of these enslaved automatons acquiring lasers. It’s all down hill from there. (Read on …)
After overcoming significant obstacles, we were finally loosed on vacation to celebrate friends’ upcoming marriage. Unfortunately, between overcoming the aforementioned obstacles and traveling to the East Coast we didn’t have much time to keep the world abreast of all things Handsome. To satiate your desire, we hunkered down, put on our coding hat, and have provided you with a tasteful image gallery of scenes from New York. We were there during one of the few weeks a year where NYC’s weather rivals that of Los Angeles and really enjoyed the first tastes of fall. It’s Handsome to spend a week walking the city, seeing friends, and drinking heavily – even if Wall Street destroys itself and investment banking as a practice dies while you’re there. Gallery after the jump…
Per the request of a certain reader (we have readers?) – a photo from Sunset Junction. When Pretty Handsome and Dirty Handsome combine using the coveted Matthew McConaughey-provided J.K. Livin’ armbands, awesome things are bound to happen. Like road sodas, some rocking music, or photos where it sort of looks like Dirty Handsome has arm muscle (we have arm muscle?).
Handsome Recommends: Rochester Shoe Trees. Men’s style is a head-to-toe affair, and men’s shoes are one of the most stylish, classic, and important investments you can make. It can be a hard investment to make – good shoes are expensive – and since men are children until the day they die they never really forget when they were growing up and needed a new pair of shoes every four months from age 12 until age whenever they got off their asses and became men.
Once you buy in, it’s important to protect that investment. Gentlemen, with all the shuffling about around the office, to lunch, to your transportation of choice, eating and what not, you inevitably start to sweat inside your nice shoes, break creases inside your nice shoes, and scuff your nice shoes. I know what you’re thinking – (Read on …)
Recently Dirty Handsome had the pleasure of dining at the Tom Colicchio restaurant Craft in Century City. The steak restaurant is infamous in Los Angeles for being run by a recent Top Chef contestant, being a great New York transplant, having wonderful food, and enduring a mild douchebag crowd courtesy of the CAA talent agency, whose Death Star headquarters looms over Craft’s beautiful, warm, spacious-but-not-overwhelimg space. We were excited that our recently-former boss’ wife swung us a reservation and were even more excited when we figured that someone else would probably be picking up a tab. We live Handsomely, but we’re hardly Old Man Moneybags.
Half our reservation was late, so we started lunch with an Elderberry Collins, one of Craft’s specialty cocktails. It was a spruced up version of a traditional Tom Collins, but with elderberry liquer and a splash of lemongrass soda. It was top notch, and it meant having booze in the afternoon. These are good things.
As you may have surmised, the Handsome Association really likes to party in Los Angeles. This is made worse when family is in town, as our family also really likes to party. In honor of (most) of my family getting their power back after Hurricane Gustav (coverage at our real job here) here’s a photo of mom and I singing our hearts out during the 7th inning stretch at Dodger Stadium.
That’s my mom’s house… You done yet? Because my mom is a really nice lady and probably didn’t deserve that. Grow up.
Hurricane Gustav roared ashore Monday and made “landfall” in Cocodrie, Louisiana down the bayou near Houma and Port Fouchon. I’ve been to these places – small Louisiana towns out at the end of a dirt road that some oil company or shimp boat captain built way down some chenier or levee. The hurricane turned northward and pounded Baton Rouge harder than LSU fans pound Abita at a tailgate. My brother reported that 94mph winds were recorded at his office at Dow. Trees were down, power was out, and roads were impassible; my father couldn’t even go check on Ms. Sarah because of power lines.
Hurricane Gustav: we’re stupidly over you. (Read on …)