It's hot out there today. The RealFeel in New York is Questioning All My Life Choices. For most of us, the heat can turn choosing what to wear into a challenge. You want something that won't be oppressive but will also look good. Today we have a solution to that problem—an Esquire editor's favorite shirt for a scorching summer day. Take a look below. – Michael Sebastian, editor-in-chief Plus: |
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A Ben Davis half-zip looks good, wears hard, and excels during any warm-weather activity. |
I've got no problem with summer. By and large, the three hottest months of the year are my favorite because I spend as much of it as I can next to, or in, a body of water. My issue with summer comes down to clothes. In New York, where I live now, I feel the need to be in a suit, but linen can only do so much and too much of it makes you look like a wannabe Neapolitan. I love a Lacoste polo shirt when it gets hot, but it doesn't make up for the pocket situation that comes with a loss of a jacket—I need somewhere to store sunglasses, a lighter, and tobacco products. And most of the time it's too hot to wear anything more than swim trunks. So, my checklist for a summer shirt has always been: good looking, hard-wearing (for beach days and frequent washes), semi-breathable, and at least one pocket. My go-to has always been, and will always be, a Ben Davis half-zip. |
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My vision was simple: A mini version of my wife who would hold my hand while asking me to sit and do crafts with her. Reality would prove much more difficult. This conversation sent us on a yearslong journey that included multiple miscarriages, in vitro fertilization (IVF) and all its glorious side effects, and tens of thousands of dollars in medical bills. And it revealed that even in 2025, when so much is possible in the fields of gene optimization and medical science, there is only the illusion of control. Creating life cannot be optimized; it remains messy and stressful. Which is to say, my wife and I are now the proud parents of three sons. |
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Not since the halcyon days of the Attitude Era—when the then-named World Wrestling Federation employed generational badasses like Steve Austin and The Rock and produced edgy TV that took cues from Jerry Springer and South Park—has pro wrestling been this big. The WWE (formerly WWF) is still the premier league of professional wrestling. Following its 2023 merger with UFC to form the joint venture TKO, WWE saw a revenue of $1.3 billion in 2024 and a splashy Netflix deal that has migrated its flagship show Monday Night RAW from cable to streaming. But with audiences now reinvested in WWE's sandbox, and in great numbers, what does it take to keep their shrinking attention spans? Ironically, it might be the death of kayfabe itself. Amidst WWE's booming presence on Netflix is the new docu-series WWE: Unreal, which takes cameras deep into the locker rooms and writers' rooms (yes, WWE employs narrative writers) to reveal how the in-ring sausage is made. The first season chronicles the months and weeks leading up to WrestleMania 41, held in Las Vegas last April. It "pulls back the curtain," so stated in the series by WWE's chief content officer and de-facto showrunner Paul Levesque, himself a multi-time champion by the name Triple H. WWE: Unreal stands at the intersection of the sacrilegious and the sublime, with the industry's old guard reacting exactly as you'd expect. |
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