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GQ October 2020

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in this issue

3 min.
less, but better

YESTERDAY I STOPPED by the GQ offices at One World Trade Center for the first time since the Work From Home era began. When I got there, a conundrum: During WFH I got used to working while standing up at a tall dresser, so I needed to find some way to quickly transform my old wooden office desk into a stand-up number too. ¶ I looked around and the answer was right in front of me: my Vitsoe 621 nesting side tables. I grabbed them from their usual spot beside my couch and put them both on top of the desk. I put my computer on one, my keyboard and mouse on the other. Perfect. If you’re not familiar with Vitsoe, it’s a company founded in 1959 that makes furniture by…

2 min.
fashion’s new heirlooms


7 min.
lil baby’s big gains

LIL BABY’S been navigating chaos for much of his life, so when he explains the trajectory of his year—the multiplatinum success that gave way to a litany of tragedies—his tone remains frank and calm. It’s late July when we speak, only two weeks since his friend and collaborator Lil Marlo was shot and killed while driving along Interstate 285, west of downtown Atlanta. Baby says his death still doesn’t seem real. “We’d go a week or two without talking,” he says. “It just feels like he’s somewhere handling his business.” Then, the same day as Marlo’s funeral, another friend died, this time of COVID-19. “That shit put me in a trance,” Baby says. “I’ve been trying to run from that situation.” A final blow came the day before our interview,…

3 min.
independent watches for independent minds

RIGHT NOW, the watch world feels more expansive than ever, yet the conversation is dominated by a lone corner occupied by big-name steel sport watches—the timepieces with high resale value that inspire Instagram envy. But often the most exciting and interesting stories in that arena aren’t the ones being told on social media. Over the past 10 years, I’ve probably had more watches in my hands than anyone on the planet, and invariably I find that the most unlikely surprises come not from the luxury conglomerates but out of tiny workshops where modest groups of men and women create timepieces in extremely limited quantities. In some ways, the job of the indie watchmaker is the horological equivalent of a small cobbler going up against Nike. I own and love the Jordan…

5 min.
the 200-year-old design style that rules today

ONE OF THE MOST memorable art-fair exhibits of the past five years didn’t feature any gazillion-dollar paintings by Gerhard Richter or Instagram-baiting mirrored blobs by Anish Kapoor. Instead, the room was full of simple, beautifully crafted 19thcentury furniture. The show was organized by Paris’s Laffanour-Galerie Downtown for the European Fine Art Fair in the Netherlands. There was nothing on the wall but a side chair hanging from pegs, and on display elsewhere in the gallery were 30 other pieces: a dresser, a rocking chair, a table with broad claw “trestle” legs. The furniture, much of it on loan from the Shaker Museum in upstate New York, was designed and built by a small denomination of celibate Christians who escaped to America from England in the 1770s. What made the Shaker room…

13 min.
the solace of my suit closet

WHEN I WAS A YOUNGER MAN, in my 20s and 30s, I didn’t care much about what I wore. I had a couple of pairs of jeans, some white shirts, some blue shirts, and some striped shirts. My shoes were never good. My uncle Eldridge, my father’s brother, an alcoholic recluse and beach bum who died in 1992, helped set this precedent for shoes—he wore his Topsiders until they needed tape around the toes, until the soles disintegrated, until the shoes were scraps. I did the same with my own shoes and flopped around New York. I thought of this habit in terms of family loyalty, not self-deprivation or a chosen style, though I understand now that it expressed both. What might we call this style? Lapsed Episcopalian? Southern-boys’-school graduate?…