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The GQ Guide to Mad Men
Brush up on the Mad Men (and women!) of AMC’s hit series.
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Prelude To a Katniss
Here at the GQ tumblr—and at GQ.com, and in GQ Magazine—we’ve been on the record about our Jennifer Lawrence addiction for a long, long time. (OK, since 2010.) Now that she’s less than a weekend away from being a global mega-duper-superstar, we wanted to share the beautiful photos we took of her way back when. Enjoy. And click here to see a bunch more. Oh, and go see The Hunger Games. It rocks.
—Theraflu
Theraflu | Kanye West
You didn’t honestly think Kanye could keep out of the public eye for longer than a month, did you? The only person that can steal Kanye’s thunder is Kanye. Today, he brings us “Theraflu” (with cover art by George Condo) where he shouts out his old flame Amber Rose, and addresses Wiz and Kim Kardashian. This song will most likely end up on his next solo album after the G.O.O.D. Music compilation is released. Check it out (above)!
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New Tiger, Old Stripes
GQ’s Dan Riley, passionately, elegantly, systematically dismantling of the Tiger Woods comeback myth, now in full flower at The Masters, which begins today:
Why [is] Tiger winning so important to us, anyway? If we accept the whole mirage as we once did, doesn’t that make us suckers? What’s dishonest about Tiger now is not that he’s looking us in the eye and lying; it’s that he’s asking us to remain complicit in that grand lie of infallibility long after it’s been publicly obliterated. Golf is better with Tiger around. And in order to preserve his presence in its most electrifying form, it’s tempting to buy what he seems to insist: that he has organically improved, as both person and player, because of what he’s been through.
For the duration of his professional career, Tiger accepted our attention, investment, adulation, and trust in a manner that suggested he felt he deserved them. He had, after all, done more than anyone ever to change golf. He had grown our interest in the game by a double-digit exponent, and he had done nothing for years to subvert the untethered heights to which his achievements and global image could soar. (His father, infamously, said that Tiger could do more for humanity than anyone in the history of the world.) We accepted his inhuman qualities as mechanical by-products, behavior we’d put up with in exchange for the robotic precision. When our idea of Tiger Woods was exposed as vaporous, we felt conflicted—or at least this fan did—about Tiger’s future success: Did we want him to win again in spite of the duplicity, or to lose as payment for it?
When he ultimately returned, what I think we wanted was a sense that he felt fortunate to be back out there. Blessed, maybe. That even though he had not cheated in competition, it was not his implicit right to be paid millions to indulge in retirement pleasures. That as compared with the rancorous storm of his personal life, the golf course was a reprieve, a place he could love to be. Instead, Tiger seemed to act more entitled upon his return than he had even during his ascendance.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m20ji868h21qe6vsbo1_400.jpg)
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New Tiger, Old Stripes
GQ’s Dan Riley, passionately, elegantly, systematically dismantling of the Tiger Woods comeback myth, now in full flower at The Masters, which begins today:
Why [is] Tiger winning so important to us, anyway? If we accept the whole mirage as we once did, doesn’t that make us suckers? What’s dishonest about Tiger now is not that he’s looking us in the eye and lying; it’s that he’s asking us to remain complicit in that grand lie of infallibility long after it’s been publicly obliterated. Golf is better with Tiger around. And in order to preserve his presence in its most electrifying form, it’s tempting to buy what he seems to insist: that he has organically improved, as both person and player, because of what he’s been through.
For the duration of his professional career, Tiger accepted our attention, investment, adulation, and trust in a manner that suggested he felt he deserved them. He had, after all, done more than anyone ever to change golf. He had grown our interest in the game by a double-digit exponent, and he had done nothing for years to subvert the untethered heights to which his achievements and global image could soar. (His father, infamously, said that Tiger could do more for humanity than anyone in the history of the world.) We accepted his inhuman qualities as mechanical by-products, behavior we’d put up with in exchange for the robotic precision. When our idea of Tiger Woods was exposed as vaporous, we felt conflicted—or at least this fan did—about Tiger’s future success: Did we want him to win again in spite of the duplicity, or to lose as payment for it?
When he ultimately returned, what I think we wanted was a sense that he felt fortunate to be back out there. Blessed, maybe. That even though he had not cheated in competition, it was not his implicit right to be paid millions to indulge in retirement pleasures. That as compared with the rancorous storm of his personal life, the golf course was a reprieve, a place he could love to be. Instead, Tiger seemed to act more entitled upon his return than he had even during his ascendance.
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GQ / April 2012:
Our First-Ever Style BibleA special issue starring Drake, John Slattery and Dave Franco and featuring the inaugural GQ 100: expert advice on the suits, shoes, people, places, labels, accessories, hangouts (and more) that you need to know about right now.
[Photographs by Sebastian Kim]
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On the Cover This Month: Drake
“Rap now is just being young and fly and having your shit together.” - Drake
Phresh
COMMON FALL/WINTER 2012
Saif Bakir and design partner Emma Hedlund of Common present us today (in collaboration with Hemma Magazine), with their Fall 2012 lookbook. The Swedish duo worked for Wooyoungmi and Kanye West in Paris before moving back to Malmö to start Common last year. Bakir describes Common as a mixture of “London edge, Paris chic and Scandinavian minimalism”. Sums it up pretty well! Dying for that multi-colored bird print bomber!
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