I'll tell you why I cheat. I need to. Infidelity makes me remember things. The details that expand to fill my life (my upcoming performance reviews, the aches and pains of training, the recovery of my 401(k)) and the ones that deaden it (my guilt, my smug self-satisfaction, my fake epiphanies about my progress in this life)—all of that drops away when I look down at the naked spine of an unfamiliar woman, twisting slightly in the late-afternoon sunlight streaming onto the sheets of a Hampton Inn in some nameless suburb. This is the most absolute choice I can make. |
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Thank god for the big pants comeback tour. Pandemic waistlines and gym-swole thighs alike find egalitarian freedom in the comfort of wide-legged bottoms. It's a really good moment for pants, is what I'm saying: No longer must we break in our jeans, or worry about sitting down will tear a thread. Slim fit hasn't been on our radars in years. If we're kind to ourselves, it'll be a long time before we ever put on another suffocating pair again. While there is no shortage of big pants we can wear to the office, or for date nights, more chill hangs call for another option entirely. The elements aren't a threat in your air conditioned nine-to-five, but the unpredictability of a good time means you need pants that can roll with the punches when you're not in the office. |
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It was already shaping up to be a big year for Bruce Springsteen. This summer marks the 50th anniversary of his breakthrough album Born to Run, and the biopic Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere opens in the fall, with The Bear's Jeremy Allen White portraying The Boss as he grapples with his daring and experimental 1982 record Nebraska. And that was before Springsteen made international headlines when he opened his European tour last month with several heroic speeches asserting that America is "currently in the hands of a corrupt, incompetent, and treasonous administration" and facing "the abuses of an unfit president and a rogue government." But if we weren't already evaluating and reevaluating his career enough, now a remarkable and colossal project has entered the chat—a box set called Tracks II: The Lost Albums. It's a sequel of sorts to the 1998 Tracks collection, which compiled four CDs' worth of studio outtakes that piled up over the years. Unlike that set, though, the new box consists of seven complete, unreleased albums: a total of 83 songs, which instantly increases Springsteen's lifetime recorded output by about 25 percent in one fell swoop. |
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It's baseball cap season. That's true in the literal sense; the MLB is currently going strong and we're not too far away from the All-Star Game in July. But it's also a philosophical declaration. Because even if the idea of hitting a small white orb with a piece of wood and then running around a field were to disappear from the popular consciousness, it'd still be baseball cap season. It's summer, baby! The sun is shining, the temperatures are soaring, and headwear that keeps the glare out of your eyes and the sweat off your brow is more essential than ever. Of course, the prevalence of the baseball cap during the warmer months raises some questions. Should I be wearing one? What kind? Where? These are all valid queries, and the short answers, if you're feeling impatient, are: sure, it depends, and it also depends. But you're not here for the short version. You're here to examine the nuances of the baseball cap in 2025 and figure out what works for you and when. |
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What is more American than searching for buried treasure? That was the last text I sent to a friend of mine before my cell-phone reception dropped out in a desolate corner of Yellowstone National Park. It was 2013 and I was just a few months into reporting a story that would alternately fascinate me, frustrate me, and draw me back in again for more than a decade. Like many thousands of others around the world, I would become enthralled by the mystery of the Fenn Treasure and intrigued by the man behind it. Unlike most, I'd get to know him personally in the years ahead. Forrest Fenn himself had encouraged me to join the hunt. The octogenarian art dealer in Santa Fe wanted me to experience the thrill of treasure hunting firsthand so that I could understand why people from all walks of life had become so captivated—obsessed, really—with solving his riddles and being the one to get their hands on his buried loot. |
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Temperatures reached 95 degrees in New York City on Wednesday, yet the heat wave couldn't hold a candle to the white-hot energy inside Brooklyn's Barclays Center for the 2025 NBA draft. The annual event is every college athlete's dream. One minute they're a teenage NBA hopeful, and the next they're an overnight millionaire—soon to share the court with LeBron James, Kevin Durant, and all the legendary players that they modeled their game after on their own road to superstardom. Alongside interviews with Olympic gymnast Suni Lee on the 2025 NBA draft red carpet, Esquire also took portrait photos of 24 of the 30 first-round picks Wednesday night. Though the soon-to-be pros were clearly nervous—and occasionally dribbling the basketball behind the scenes just to reach some state of Zen—they were still more than happy to show off their signature chains, loud personalities, and custom suits. |
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