The 40s are a consequential decade for a man. If you're lucky, your life is only half finished. The previous decades were prologue. You've earned a measure of gravitas, but these are the years when everything really starts to matter—your job, your family, your health. This is the age at which people will always remember you, as if frozen in amber. So you'd better look your best. How you dress in your 40s should reflect both your years of experience as well as the fact that you're not old. Yes, it's a curious place to be. Some men give up on style around this time; others continue dressing as if they haven't aged. Don't do either of those things. This is the era in which you buy nice clothes that make you look good. It should be the best you've ever dressed. |
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What show could have me furiously Googling Andrew Carnegie's steel mills and diethyl ether addiction in the mid-1800s? Severance. Only Severance. After the dust settled on "Chikhai Bardo"—which sent every Severance fan's Innie and Outie into a tailspin—I saw that episode 8's runtime was just over thirty minutes long. Sweet relief! I thought. For the first time this season, I'll file a recap to my editor on time! No. Writing about an uneventful Severance episode is not a privilege reserved for this Innie. Because episode 8, "Sweet Vitriol," drops another bomb. This week, Severance sneakily tells us massive amount about Lumon's origins, Harmony Cobel's childhood, and—get this—why severance was created in the first place. |
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In college, I didn't know what to do with my money, so naturally I collected records. I didn't even have a record player. For my 21st birthday, my broke friends banded together to buy me one so I could finally spin those LPs. It was, and I say this with all the love in the world, a piece of shit. But it was the thought that counted, and that turntable lasted me until it broke completely. I went years without any way to listen to my record collection, always putting off the purchase. Then I found a product that convinced me I had run out of excuses. The Victrola Eastwood II isn't the most high-end record player with Bluetooth streaming, but it is the best-looking one you can get for $100. It is easy to set up and operate, it's versatile, and it has a built-in speaker for emergencies. It's all anyone needs in order to bring their vinyl collection to life and off that dusty shelf. |
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Jason Isaacs does not want to talk about The White Lotus. This is not because he does not revere The White Lotus, or its creator, Mike White—he is a staunch partisan of both. It is because, at present, he has briefly adjourned from acting to become a full-time traveling spokesman for The White Lotus. And upon hearing that yours truly writes frequently about tennis, his fanaticism for the sport alights so acutely that we spend nearly 40 minutes dissecting Patrick Mouratoglou's UTS League, the preternatural joy of Carlos Alcaraz's game, and the only career ambition that Isaacs has left to contend with: tennis commentator. However, as we are in fact convened in the Luxury Collection Hotel in midtown Manhattan to talk about season 3 of The White Lotus—which Isaacs also loves and is currently starring in—we must get down to business. Isaacs joins the Lotusphere as Tim Ratliff, a southern financier and family man on vacation at the series' namesake resort in Thailand. "Not that Mike [White] ever forgets to shock or amuse, but he's really dealing with serious questions of identity and self here," Isaacs says, "particularly through my character and through the prism of rich people who think they can buy themselves spiritual advancement." |
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On Saturday, August 19, 2023, two weeks after I turn seventy-one, I become a new father, again. I'm not expecting, nor is Lisa, who's sixty-seven. And while I'm pleased to say that thirty years on we still savor each other head to toe and in several other positions, our reproductive job was over with when Judah was born in 1999, and we knew it. We had started late (I was married once before: ten years, no kids) and Lisa and I were past forty and craving it all—parenthood, love, redemption. Judah was our last shot. We followed him out to Los Angeles instead of aging out alone in New Jersey because we love him and he loves us. He comes by every Saturday for lunch, usually with Greta, his girlfriend. He arrives alone today, which in itself signifies nothing much, but his smile's tight. There's a . . . vibe. A doting, aging father feels these things. "So I heard from this woman yesterday," he says. "She's pretty sure I'm her brother." |
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I haven't stuck with anything for as long as I've stuck with my Marshall headphones—no piece of clothing, no lifestyle tool, not even my phone. In December 2021, I was gifted a pair of the brand's Major IV headphones for Christmas; I'd been wanting a pair of over-ear headphones for aesthetic purposes, but I was picky about things like looks, comfort, and, of course, having to keep the Bluetooth headphones charged. (I'm historically a wired-headphones loyalist because they'll never die on you.) In fact, I was gifted three pairs of over-ear Bluetooth headphones that Christmas, with the intention of keeping only the pair that I liked best. So I tested out each one for a few days, and Marshall's won by a landslide. The Major IVs became my new go-to, an infallible, practical accessory I wouldn't be caught dead leaving the house without. They were the best headphones on the market, in my opinion, and they still would be, if not for Marshall's upgrade in the form of Major V headphones. |
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