Like a picture that arrives intact, Cory Joy can see the color and the shape of the car, even feel the weight of it in his palm. He remembers how the wheels rolled, how the metal body warmed if he held it too long. The memory isn't abstract; it's more physical. Joy grew up with a single mother and not much money in a time when boredom was something kids learned to manage. "When we got one or two cars," he says, "that was a big deal. That was it." He would kneel in the dirt behind the house, shape a track with his hands and a stick—banking turns and carving grooves—and let gravity do the rest. "Everywhere we went, we took cars with us," he says. "You'd throw a couple in your pocket and go." |
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The moment we stepped off the Zodiac boat, that air just hit us. It was this exquisite, overwhelming blast. Crisp, clean, utterly pollution-free. A shocking, massive contrast to the familiar density of New York City, where we live. The ice? A stark white—pure, blinding, sublime. And the noise was the inverse: a profound, beautiful quiet. It was broken only by the crackling of surrounding ice, like an immense bowl of Rice Krispies snapping in the distance. This was Antarctica. This was my son Wilder's seventh continent. He was seven years old. |
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If you're at all interested in the history of men's fashion, you don't need an introduction to the Baracuta G9. If you're a bit newer to the game or can't rattle off the list of men who have made the Baracuta G9 their own—no worries, it's a loooong list—let me give you a quick primer. First produced in Manchester in 1938 as a rain jacket for golfers—'G' means golf, '9' means the first nine holes—the jacket features practical touches like a water-resistant cloth, an umbrella back yoke, and flapped pockets. But to make the jacket stand out, and perhaps give it some on-links bona fides, Baracuta's founders, the Miller brothers, reached out to Scottich Lord Lovat, clan chief of Clan Fraser to use its family tartan on the lining. Permission was given, and the jacket has since lived through almost 90 years of reinventions by Hollywood stars (Steve McQueen), jazz masters (Miles Davis), preps, punks, mods, and modern menswear cool guys. To me, this is all the coolest shit imaginable, exactly what makes a garment worth buying. The story can stop here. But you, ostensibly a young person or menswear-curious buyer, might need a little more convince. So, here goes. |
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My whole life, I've always preferred the company of women to men. I began my career as a male stripper in England. I did it for ten years. In the early 2000s, I began appearing in softcore porn magazines. Around 2007, my girlfriend and I met Jenna Jameson, who's often called "the Queen of Porn." She got us into the hardcore industry. I moved to Los Angeles and began shooting 12 to 25 scenes a month at about $700 a pop. When I went into a scene, I fell in love with that girl for the next 50 minutes. I wanted my scenes to not just appear real but to be real to me, because it made my job easier. There were very few girls who didn't orgasm in my scenes. My goal was to get the girl off, because that gave me pleasure. I loved seeing how pleasure manifested in her voice, eyes, and body. It's a huge high. I chase that high constantly. |
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Guys are so lonely that it's easier for them to imagine making friends with space aliens than it is to tell stories about forging deeply emotional bonds with other guys. In Project Hail Mary Ryan Gosling and a crusty, faceless otherworldly creature he nicknames "Rocky" encounter each other in a distant solar system and combine their science knowledge to stop a star-devouring parasite from ending life in the known universe. It is science fiction, it's a buddy comedy, and it's also a kind of love story, arriving in theaters amid a bombardment of comparisons to another beloved movie about a human who makes an alien friend: E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. |
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According to an app on my phone, I have 120,159 hairs on my head, plus or minus 5,000. The fact that a piece of software can tap into the power of AI to count follicles is actually pretty impressive … if it's not a hallucination, that is. This isn't some one-off experiment, either—it's the new frontier of men's grooming. These apps promise to scan, analyze, and optimize your hair care. Some target overall health, others focus on staving off hair loss, and most will build custom regimes you're meant to track like a workout. They all demand the same two things. First, a willingness to let a robot weigh in on your grooming. Second, the ability to photograph your own scalp from angles normally reserved for a mug shot. If that sounds confusing, don't worry. I spent a few weeks trying them—then fact-checking the results with a real dermatologist—to see what the future of your hair looks like when it's filtered through machine learning. |
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