In the mornings, I have a limited amount of time, and I brush my teeth in the shower, saving a good three to five minutes. However, my girlfriend’s roommate feels this is unhygienic and that these two morning routines should be kept separate. What is your opinion on this delicate issue?
Are you making this up? I mean, I can see how peeing in the shower could inspire some criticism, but brushing one’s teeth or shaving—if you’re so equipped—strikes me as beyond criticism. How does this person know your habits in such detail? Is your girlfriend’s roommate perhaps showering with you?
Three guys we spotted around this time last year in Bryant Park on a 50°F day
Every year, when that first taste of Spring hits, a few things inevitably occur. Our conversation in the elevator with that guy whose name escapes us from that department we don’t know what does turns from bitching about the slush to daydreaming about the beach. Our skin, accustomed to months of wool overcoats and thick scarves, begins to remember how awesome a little sunlight can feel. And then a frenzy takes over.
Bands of well-intentioned folks storm their summer closets in search of thong sandals, cut-off shorts, and breezy t-shirts. They’re an exhibitionist breed, wholly intent on you seeing their Vitamin-D deprived toes and farmers tans. They walk the streets proudly, heads raised, like they know something you don’t. And no matter how hard they try to convince you they’re not freezing their asses off, the goosebumps on their arms say it all: They’ve rushed the seasons.
Look, we’re not saying your wardrobe shouldn’t be modified. On a day like today, around 60°F in New York, the right cardigan, leather jacket, or wool suit will get you by just fine without a bulky topcoat. But shedding your layers prematurely is just about as cool as going for the kill on the first date and getting shut down. The time will come, but it’s not right now. Dust yourself off, be patient, and for God’s sake, put on some damn clothes!
…Devin Barrett of too school for cool. Thankfully, he’s not too school for us or else we’d have 999 followers which is not nearly as impressive. Also, srsly a mouthful. As a reward, we will now follow you, Devin. BAM!
NEVER is such a strong word—one that seems to beg for a fight. And, so, I offer a kind jab.
There is one time when the oft-maligned Man UGGS seems appropriate and even cool in an irreverent sort of way. Go to almost any SoCal beach around 6AM, 10 months of year, and you’ll find a surfer or three carrying their logs back to their Volvos wearing Warriors-esque hoodies, bright neon shorts, and UGGS to keep their iced-over toes warm. Not saying it’s one to try out at home, but for those dudes, the look works.
A scene we just witnessed on Broadway. Dudes, come on! Even if she really digs chocolate, a little part of her heart is gonna die when she realizes the uncreative depths to which you have sunk. Need more last-minute ideas? You’ll find a couple here.
About Last Night: The Band of Outsiders Afterparty
From the iPhone of GQ's Andrew Richdale:
Checked out the Band of Outsiders dinner party last night at Zaitzeff in East Village. Burgers were eaten. Laughs were had. The always-funny Scott Sternberg and I talked a little about the rad from-the-ceiling drop down that was being perfected right up until the show started. Also, Pilates. For some reason he and I always talk about Pilates. I have no idea why.
Anyways, I’m a sucker for sick candles, maybe cause sick ones come along so infrequently. Liked what they did with these Dewar’s bottles at the party. Thought you might too.