For years, I had a vision of how I'd celebrate a major milestone in my life—that milestone being the sale of my first novel. The vision goes something like this: It's the afternoon, and I walk into a bar. A mix of blue-collar guys and a couple of businessmen, three or four Manhattans deep before they head back to Westchester to resume their John Cheever existence, occupy the stools. I post up at the bar, slip the bartender a Ben Franklin, and give a grandiose speech about accomplishing my dream. Then I buy everyone a round of drinks. I am sharing an intimate moment with strangers by practicing a lost art: buying a round. |
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And you can, too. Find out where to shop the polo he wore at Cannes. |
| Inspired by a watch, it has a 1775-HP Hybrid V-16 powertrain and, finally, doors worthy of its price tag. |
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In the kitchen, Rōze Traore is the genuine article. After going to culinary school in Portland, Oregon, he worked in the back of the house at two of New York's best restaurants: Nomad and Eleven Madison Park. In other words, the guy can cook. A few years ago, he set out on his own, starting a catering and events business that puts together meals for luxury clients. He now stages a five-course-dinner series called Art That Money Can't Buy. "At the table you have everyone from all different mediums: food, fashion, style, art," he says. "Food is art, so why not bring it all together?" As if that weren't enough, Traore opened his own boutique hotel, La Fourchette de Rōze, in Côte d'Ivoire. He's also one of the most stylish guys out there. Whether he's cooking a meal for 50 people or tipping back a Negroni at a quiet bar, he achieves the status to which all men aspire: effortless cool. He smells great, too. Here Traore answers our (occasionally inane) questions about style. |
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You asked, Dr. Harvey Karp answered. These two tactics will help stop tantrums, sometimes in seconds. |
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As Keery wraps up Stranger Things, he's stepping into a new chapter of his career, one marked by his diametric role as egotistical, insecure, snarky Gator Tillman in the latest season of Fargo. Gator is the poster child of daddy issues and the antithesis of Harrington—look no further than the taming of Keery's voluminous hair, which was slicked down to his skull for the role. He's also the musician Djo (pronounced "Joe," get it?), with two psychedelic, soft indie rock records under his belt, and a third on the way. Saying that Keery has had a hell of a year is a vast understatement—he's had a hell of a decade. |
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