It might not surprise you to learn that we GQ staffers think—early and often and with serious intensity—about clothes. So each month, we photograph a few employees in their very favorite things: pants that make them feel amazing, shirts they stole from Dad, new grails they’ve just found. Check back here each month for a fresh batch of office grails—and then spend some time trying to find your own.
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To shop at Nepenthes New York, you have to find it first. I mean that figuratively, sure—it has a certain if-you-know-you-know secret clubhouse quality about it, despite magazines like this one touting it as one of the coolest menswear stores in the country for years now. But I also mean it literally. Its storefront is so unassuming, camouflaged along a sleepy stretch of Manhattan’s Garment District, that I still walk right by it at least once every time I go, even after close to a decade of semi-regular visits. Yesterday, that search got a little bit easier, with Nepenthes raising the curtain on its first-ever online shop.
Prior to this week, Nepenthes’ website was little more than a regurgitation of its Instagram feed: photos of staffers styled head-to-toe in the latest gear from Engineered Garments, Needles, and South2 West8—the store’s trio of excellent in-house labels—alongside drop dates for
The Last Dance, the new documentary that follows the final victory lap of Michael Jordan’s Bulls, is ostensibly about a singularly talented athlete and the dynasty he created. But always looming on the periphery of the documentary is everything else Jordan’s legacy contains. The Last Dance is a great reminder of the monumental gold hoop earrings, of the ‘90s suits that draped him like window curtains and which he sometimes paired unabashedly with berets, of the rabid community of sneaker collectors he seemed to create with his two feet alone. The first two episodes of the film reminded me of another, less heralded aspect of Jordan’s style legacy: his watches, which are as far out today as they were a decade or two ago.
Just take the timepiece Jordan wore in the documentary last night: a Roger Dubuis Excalibur Spider Pirelli with a skeleton dial. It is a watch
If you’re lucky enough to be quarantining with a partner during the coronavirus pandemic, it’s a perfect opportunity to try a few sex toys. The best sex toys for couples, in particular, will bring some hot sauce to your stuck-indoors sex life. (And if you’re looking for some solo sex toys, we’ve got you covered there, too.)
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There are a lot of things we could say here about Air Jordans, many of which you’ve probably heard before. We could talk about their mystique: how they birthed sneaker culture as we know it; how they irrevocably altered the worlds of sports and fashion and marketing; how no other signature line—despite our current cover guy’s claims otherwise—has ever matched their exact formula of technical innovation and beautiful design and cultural prominence. Or we could talk about the little things, like the irrational confidence you feel lacing them up on the blacktop; or how good Frank Ocean looked in Royal 1s at Paris Fashion Week that one time; or how intoxicating a fresh pair smells right out of the box, like Windex and freshly ground pepper.
Instead, we’re going to say something perhaps a little obvious: that like all collections of great things (movie franchises, Philip Roth