As a big fan of the bravado of the young Robert Evans, Izzy finds it a great shame that the famed Hollywood producer ultimately became a self-parody (and not in a good way).
Though Izzy tries his best not to notice the bolo and make-up, he does give Evans credit for always covering his neck in his senescence. Hiding a gizzard or neck jowls can make a man look much younger, which is no doubt of the utmost importance for a notorious skirt-chaser like Evans.
Evans is not alone in recognizing the benefits of hiding one’s neck. Other older but famously stylish men who always wear shirts with very high-collars include Tom Wolfe and (former president of the Motion Picture Association of America) Jack Valenti.
An early, mulleted incarnation of Donny Deutsch demonstrates the unbearable brightness of wearing trunks before briefs.
Han Speedo (looking a bit scrawny, no?) demonstrates that the Schwartz is with him.
Tom “C.O.” Jones frightens the children.
Hulk Hogan’s bikini probably glows in the dark, just like that alien from Communion he’s impersonating.
David Beckham, here in cancerous crimson, proves he can pull off just about anything clothing-wise.
National Geographic, of all places, has a special feature on the Joy of Shoes in its September issue. Of particular interest to Izzy’s readers is an article on the woman behind Berluti shoes, who found her calling through a true epiphany:
Olga Berluti loves men’s feet—a passion, not a fetish, she says. The passion began with her convent schooling in Italy. A long corridor led to the chapel and a 14th-century statue of Christ. “I would approach the altar,” she remembers. “The nailed feet of Christ were exactly on the same level as my eyes. I stared and stared. I said to myself: When I am older, I will remove the nails. I will relieve the suffering of men’s feet.”
Shoe-lovers should be mighty thankful regarding the positioning of that statue. Had it been much lower, signora Berluti might have become a world-class glover instead of a cordwainer.
Izzy has no idea whether this is true, but some New Yorkers are claiming that carrying some flab is fab again for men. As the above photo suggsts, Jack Black was apparently onto this years ago.
[New York] men are carrying an extra 10â€”hell, maybe 15â€”pounds in the midriff, haven’t even thought about the gym in months, and they are unashamed. Why should they be? The Hollywood box-office draws have stopped looking like the lithe and graceful Orlando Blooms of the world, delicate and emotive and who might possibly weigh less than an average female fan, and instead now look like guys you can recognize as being from the same planet you inhabit, who eat, drink, and smoke what they want, pack on the pounds and still get to regularly bed skinny actresses who can’t remember what carbs taste like. What’s more, the women don’t mind a bitâ€”in fact, some prefer it.
Izzy never knew he was such a trend-setter.
Whatever one thinks of Castro’s politics, it’s difficult to deny that his carefully chosen hospital attire projects an image of vim and vigor far better than does the typical wan gown. Bright red makes one look anything but fatigued.
The Manolo would appear to agree.
A few years ago, while watching the Coen brothers’ Intolerable Cruelty, Izzy was greatly impressed by the wardrobe of George Clooney’s character, in particular a sumptuous gray flannel suit with folds like butter. It’s too bad that Izzy isn’t a 42-regular with $2,500 to spare, since thanks to eBay he could have bid on one of the (Kiton) suits from the movie.