When talking to or about Post Malone, you find yourself saying things you have never said. So here are five very common words that I am putting in this specific order for the very first time: He owns a sword forge. A couple years ago, Malone bought some industrial space in Utah and turned it into a working sword and knife factory, because it's his hobby, and this is a fact that is very specific and illuminating. I ask whether it's true that he has a sword forge, and he answers the question in the one way you absolutely want that question to be answered, which is: "Well, fuck yeah." Malone lights up when he talks about this stuff, like an energetic twelve-year-old with a new favorite toy and somewhere between five and eight Bud Lights in him. "There's nothing better than a cold beer, some good music, and just a hot-ass piece of metal and you're fucking whaling on it." |
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Our list has wellness cults, car chases, funhouse mirrors, and a viral sheep named Ayn Ram. What more could you want? |
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Esquire's best moments have always come from looking forward, not back. That's why we are celebrating our anniversary with a wildly ambitious package called The Next 90, setting our gaze ahead to bring you the ninety people and ideas shaping the future. There's a wide cast of characters, from Post Malone to an oysterman in South Carolina, plus advice, endorsements, watches, and more. There is inspiration in these pages, as well as some big dollops of hope. You can read it all in print—subscribe here, or buy the issue on newsstands starting October 10—or follow along on Esquire.com and our Instagram, where we are publishing a story a day from the issue, starting today with Dave Holmes' lively, illuminating, and often hilarious profile of Post Malone. I hope The Next 90 thrills and challenges you. |
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A red carpet, Hollywood A-listers dressing to the nines, and a good cause? This event has it all. |
| Save on gear so you can spend big on recovery smoothies. |
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When Arnold Gingrich envisioned the first issue of Esquire, the magazine he would edit for 15 years, he knew what he wanted: a byline from America's best-known writer, who symbolized adventure and the sporting life. He wanted Ernest Hemingway. He reassured Hemingway that while the magazine would cover men's style, it would still have "ample hair on its chest, to say nothing of adequate cojones." A motto that, thankfully, did not appear on the masthead. Hemingway was open to the idea and knew what he wanted: $3,000. |
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