Whether we're talking running shoes, high-fashion kicks, or gym trainers, sneakers are my livelihood. I'm a runner and a fashion writer. I treat shoes, sneakers specifically, like a sommelier treats wine. I'm picking up notes and trends, and I'm above all, hard to please. So when I noticed everyone in Manhattan wearing sneakers from On, I had to get to the bottom of it. I figured it was only fair that I give the Cloudsurfer, one of the brand's more popular styles, a chance to earn a spot in my footwear rotation. |
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It's time to clear your cache for the year ahead. |
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The stone-dial pieces are surprisingly affordable riffs on the sport-luxe vibe. |
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Consider Jannik Sinner for a moment. At twenty-three, he is already the greatest Italian tennis player ever. (With apologies to Adriano Panatta.) His fellow countrymen adore him. He has fans who call themselves the Carota Boys, whose courtside costumes match Sinner’s tangle of strawberry-blond hair. Off the court, he is a brand ambassador for both Rolex and Gucci, looming down from building-sized advertisements across the capitals of Europe. He is, in many ways, larger than life.
With fame and fortune, of course, comes pressure, both on and off the court. Singles tennis is, by definition, not a team sport. There’s no sharing the blame when you lose a big match on center court. And the intensity of that crucible has derailed many a young player. If you’re Sinner—playing at the highest level of one of the world’s most popular and stressful sports—you embrace the challenge, you grow stronger as a result, you mow down the competition. “You have a lot of pressure; you have a lot of responsibility,” he says. “But if you don’t enjoy it then it means you chose the wrong job.” |
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Esquire editors have been endorsing G.H. Bass Weejuns since their conception. |
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In this Wrangler shirt and jacket combo, though, we can’t really blame him. |
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One thing of which we can be sure: The incoming president of the United States is the easiest person to troll in the history of trolling. His skin is so thin that, if he swallowed a flashlight, he’d glow like a Japanese lantern. And there has been some first-class trolling aimed at him over the past few weeks. First, on the policy front, President Biden permanently bans offshore drilling over 625 million acres of ocean, prompting innumerate howls from Mar-a-Lago. Earlier, of course, the president bestowed Presidential Medals of Freedom on just about anyone with a permanent residence on the incoming president’s last nerve, including Hillary Clinton and George Soros. (Nothing for Stormy Daniels? C’mon, Mr. President. Go for the gold.) This prompted general howling from all the flying monkeys. It was great. |
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