2 posts tagged "David Hockney"
The U.K. edition of Gentlemen’s Quarterly—a magazine that ought to know about such things—published its list of the 50 most stylish men in Britain online today. (The print edition, which will also include the ten worst-dressed men, not only in Britain but worldwide, arrives on Thursday.) The inclusion of young Romeo Beckham (#26, ten spots behind his father) has caused the most commotion. But there are plenty of other reasons to check it out.
For one, the Beckhams aren’t the only family pair included. Princes William (#27) and Harry (#5) both made the list, with a 22-place differential that ought to make for a bit of sibling rivalry. A few gentlemen included (Alasdhair Willis, #42; David Walliams, #11) may have had a little help from their fashionable wives (that’d be Stella McCartney and Lara Stone, respectively). One married pair even had both partners on the list: Sir Elton John (#21) and husband David Furnish (#6). (We personally look forward to the day when all three members of the family show up: the Rocket Man, his mate, and their new baby son, Zachary Furnish-John.)
Several unimpeachable icons of Brit style (David Hockney, #47; Bryan Ferry, #36) as well as a few designers (Christopher Bailey, left, #33; and the not-quite-British Tom Ford, #7) made the cut. Ford’s protégé of sorts, Nicholas Hoult, star of A Single Man and of Ford’s recent campaigns, clocks in at #3. And at #1? Nowhere Boy star Aaron Johnson, more familiar to American tabloid audiences than movie audiences: The 20-year-old proposed to director Sam Taylor-Wood, 43, shortly after wrapping the Lennon biopic.
Click here to read the complete list.
We’re knee-deep in Milan men’s fashion week, and suit aficionados—myself included—should be happier than pigs in, well, what pigs like to wallow in. Womenswear designers have lately been hearing the call of the suit, too (witness the power-suit-heavy Fall ’10 collections), and looking at both those ladies’ options and the finely tailored Italian versions currently parading through Milan, it’s easy to see why. There’s something so perfect and self-contained about a great suit, whether it’s a classic version, like Ermenegildo Zegna’s, or a jazzed-up new standard, like Prada’s denim-on-denim (pictured), or Martyn Bal’s new eighties revivals at Versace. The suit is a uniform, but worn right, it can be one in the best possible sense of the word—something worn because it enables. I think that’s what Rick Owens was getting at, when, a few years ago, he professed his admiration for the Parisian interior designer Jean-Michel Frank, who whittled his wardrobe down to one perfect item. “Supposedly he has 40 identical gray flannel suits,” he said. “That always impressed me.” Find what really works, and don’t change it. Or change it ever so slightly to fit you. That’s what I thought when I read Karen Wright’s catalog of her run-ins with the incomparable painter David Hockney in More Intelligent Life. Tucked away at the bottom was a great little detail: Hockney, who has famously taken to sketching using iPhone (and now iPad) apps in place of pencil and paper, has his suits altered to accommodate. Each one—even his tuxedo—has a deep inner pocket sewn into the jacket, one that precisely fits the iPad. If you want to be a master, you’ve got to dress the part.