The Peter Jackson epic is brimming with of some of the nattiest, grooviest, most sartorially fly ensembles you'll likely ever lay your eyes on.
If you haven't watched the new Beatles documentary, Get Back, you've certainly heard about it by now. Clocking in at eight hours, Peter Jackson's intimate love letter to John, Paul, George, and Ringo is culled from 60 hours of raw footage from 1969's Let it Be sessions and is full of revelations for even the most obsessive scholars of the band. Get Back is also brimming with some of the nattiest, grooviest, most sartorially fly ensembles you'll likely ever lay your eyes on. It's like a candy-colored eight-hour men's runway show. Add a touch of sophistication to the living room with a beautiful book. We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life, and what better boon to your existence than pure, holy, sound—music. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it to today, writing to all of you, here at The 2021 Esquire Gaming Awards, Sponsored By Arby's*. I was seeing green and yellow and blue spots in my eyes, sweating through each and every pore of my body, my heart fluttering under the caffeinated influence of GHOST Gamer—this was when I started juicing in the name of gaming journalism—when I thought, Will I live to write the introduction to The 2021 Esquire Gaming Awards, Sponsored By Arby's*? My fellow gamers: I did, in fact, not die. Since our time gaming during this fleeting existence is short, we'd like to cut to it and present: The 2021 Esquire Gaming Awards, Sponsored By Arby's*. A man of substance deserves a gift of substance. Street-style savant Josh Peskowitz explores the implications—personal, practical, and philosophical— of really fantastic outerwear. Heidi Guilford rode shotgun in her boyfriend's white Dodge Charger. Her stepsister and a couple friends sat in the back, with the windows rolled down for the smokers. It was a cool night in June—sweatshirt weather—an unremarkable Sunday on an island off the coast of Maine. They could have been in any small town, just about anyplace. A loud engine, blaring music, laughing shouts from the front seat to the back. And all around them: quiet. |
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