David Beckham plays blind football with the British Paralympic Team
The Los Angeles Galaxy are your 2011 MLS Cup Champions! Beckham, with a bud, approves.
Los Angeles Dodgers star Matt Kemp, proving that the secret to pulling off an oversized purple velvet tie is having just signed a contract for $160 million.
(Thanks all who sent this.)
Jake Keator scores a real beauty.
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Meet your new joint: the Del Toro camo brogue — Matt Chevallard’s streetwise twist on a classic. Check them out on the GQ Eye.
Fridtjof Wedel-Jarlsberg Nansen:
Norwegian Explorer, Scientist, Diplomat, Humanitarian, and Nobel Peace Prize Laureate
Also a renown badass.
How do you know you’re officially official? Perhaps when there’s a profile of you in GQ. They followed me on a day of sartorial indulgence in LA - a fitting with a tailor, one with our friend Raul (from our shoes episode) at his new store Don Ville, and a pile of thrift stores.
My thanks to Shona Sanzgiri, who wrote the piece, and Gordon de los Santos, who shot the beautiful photos.
Jason Felch & Ralph Frammolino - Chasing Aphrodite
The piece on the cover of this book is why I am at law school. When I was a kid I visited the Getty Villa in Malibu just to see these two colored griffins in person. A few years ago it disappeared back to Italy. I was devastated. After learning its history I was presented with an ethical question that rocked my system: Where does art belong? At Book Court today I saw this book and instantly became giddy. I’m at school to be the lawyer who breaks cases like the one in this book. I can’t type anymore. I’m getting goosebumps.
The scene is set:
A giant molten iron monster is chasing our heroes down a corridor as ranks of smaller minions close in on them from all sides. One of the heroes falls behind and is instantly set aflame and killed. Death to the whole group looks certain. Suddenly one of the heroes casts a spell, creating a miniature black hole that sucks all of the approaching foes into nothingness and the group is able to make it safety. When everyone realizes that they are free from danger, the first line spoken about the incident goes something like this, “Did you check out the dick on that molten iron dude? That guy was hung!”
In the genre of fantasy there aren’t a lot of sexually charged, drug-filled worlds that tie attempt to tie the reader into a place that seems an awful lot like our reality. Lev Grossman set out to make “Harry Potter with a shot of whiskey.” Sure, he included lots of boozing, drugs and sex, but does it make for a worthwhile read, or is it simply for the the booze, drugs and sex’s own sake?
To put it briefly, the book was crap. Grade A garbage. The characters were all shallow cliches from the cast of any generic teen movie: there was the emotionally conflicted protagonist, the gay lush, the nerd-turned-beauty, the rich slut, the shy fat nerd. It was all there and set out from the first page each character was introduced. I expected the plot to reveal depth and inject some conflict into the relationships between these people, but the story was so shallow that none of what I predicted occurred. It was as if Grossman wrote an outline of a story, because we’re given a bunch of events, but the author does’ t elaborate on ANYTHING beyond the rudimentary details. He doesn’t create a world so much as simply assume the reader has read Harry Potter and therefore gets the gist of magic. But Grossman defines his world as something much more “complex” than simply “waving around a wand and shouting made up latin.” Sure.
I didn’t even bother picking up the sequel today because I know its going to be a bunch of the same drivel. Sure, he’ll put some threesomes, drinking ranting and hangover complaints all through the book, but does that make it worth reading? Taking two poorly executed elements and combining them doesn’t make up for the fact that neither is can hold any weight on their own.
I don’t know how this became a best seller.