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Esquire UK September/October 2019

Every month Esquire covers a diverse range of topics from music to politics, health to fashion, lifestyle tips to inspiring features and, of course, beautiful women. Esquire's heritage of top-class writing and quality journalism, combined with A-list celebrity coverage and great photography gives the readers an informing and entertaining package every month. Esquire is the sharper read for Men who Mean Business.

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4 min.
contributors

RICHARD FORD A giant of American fiction, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of the Frank Bascombe books — The Sportswriter, Independence Day, The Lay of the Land and Let Me Be Frank With You — is equally celebrated for his novels and his short stories. In this issue of Esquire, Ford publishes a brand new story: “Jimmy Green, 1992”. Ford’s most recent book is a memoir, Between Them: Remembering My Parents (Bloomsbury). His novel Wildlife was last year adapted into a film by actor Paul Dano. MATTHEW HENSON For his second Esquire cover story, following his memorable work with the rapper A$AP Rocky last year, New York-based stylist Henson crossed the continental US to California, and the home of actor LaKeith Stanfield. A highly influential figure in contemporary men’s style, and former fashion editor…

7 min.
unfashionably late

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF AS AN EXPERIMENT DESIGNED to test the limits of human endurance — or human amiability, at least — asking a person to take notes at a press conference when they’re feeling a bit hot and bothered hardly qualifies. It’s nothing compared to trying to eat spaghetti while spinning in a tumble dryer, or being made to play football while wearing binoculars: two of the fiendish punishments devised for contestants on those Japanese game shows that Clive James used to make fun of on TV, when I was a boy. Still, I was struggling. It was 10am on a steamy Thursday morning in Ginza, Tokyo. My flight had landed three hours earlier. I hadn’t slept, or showered. Bleary-eyed, lank-haired, I caught sight of myself in a mirror and was surprised to see…

5 min.
there is a storm coming

As a reason for keeping an interview on schedule, Antonio Banderas’ is, at the very least, original. “There is a storm coming,” he says, “and I want to get ahead of it.” Above us, the sun streaming through the atrium of Munich’s Hotel Bayerische Hof suggests otherwise, but the Spaniard has a look as ominous as the dark clouds he foresees. “The rain comes down from the Alps and then the airport closes. Always happens here.” Three decades of international movie stardom and the air miles that come with that may have given him a sixth sense for travel-disrupting weather, but even Banderas could not have predicted that, in 2019, turning 60 next year, he would be in the prime of his acting life. This August, following its rapturous reception at the…

3 min.
these colours don’t run (or pass, or shoot)

Football is having what the fashion world might refer to as “a moment”. It’s not about the big, shiny, important stuff, like Ronaldo’s delts or Pogba’s hair, but instead a nostalgia for the football of our youths, as played by humble journeymen and home-grown boy wonders. The Class of ’92. Gary Lineker’s Leicester kit. Steve Bruce’s nose. Gale-force Thursday nights in Wolverhampton. And so, for the first time in a long time, football shirts are cool again. But not in the way you might imagine. You might have noticed that when England’s brave lads were swashbuckling their way through the World Cup last year, scores of fans chose to wear kits from decades gone by, rather than the latest, official, Nike edition. Most were from the Nineties. The grey one Gareth…

6 min.
a new standard

The sign outside reads The Standard, but only if you’re standing on your head. This upside-down positioning, on a corner of the Euston Road, in London’s King’s Cross, is not some contractor’s mistake. All Standard hotels have a topsy-turvy sign out front, just as all offer an oblique take on mid-century Americana, with interiors that strive to be louche and ironic at the same time, like a Ron Jeremy wink. The Standard is the boutique chain with the Boogie Nights aesthetic: low-slung, funky furniture; clashing prints; carpet on the walls; oversized pot plants; comfort food; service that is friendly to the point of pornographic. The first time I stayed at a Standard was also the first time I went to Los Angeles. It was 1999, The Standard Hollywood had been open…

2 min.
cleaning up its act

When did soap become a thing? In the Seventies and Eighties, it was the only cleaning option we had: Lux for the home (“beauty soap” aimed at mums, Raquel Welch in the ads) and Lifebuoy at school (“deodorant soap” aimed at PE teachers, the initialism “BO” misattributed to the company). Unhygienic, forever mulching up the side of the sink accompanied by hairs of unknown origin(s), the soap bar’s qualifications as an agent of cleanliness seemed to extend to being overpoweringly scented, albeit as natural as a selection bag of Swizzels Matlow. It certainly didn’t clean your teeth: take it from someone who had his mouth “washed out with soap” by his mum — for saying “bugger” in the garden. I still retch at pulling chunks of Lux’s “rich creamy lather”…