Esquire [USA] (June-July 2016)
Language: English
Pages: 147
ISBN: 2:00368452
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
English | 147 pages | True PDF | 36 MB
Esquire delivers an entertaining, sophisticated and witty read, balancing interviews, thought provoking writing and quality photography in a stylish, accessible package.
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into an incredibly delicious flavor,” says Gelb. “It’s a revelation.” — N AT E H O P P E R TRACK 1 “Summer Sixteen,” Drake “I’m drawn to people who write honestly about things. It’s almost like this is his diary. A lot of it sounds cocky and awesome, but that’s because his life is.” HIT MAN Mike Stud went from injured All-American pitcher recording “party-collegeboy” rhymes in his dorm room at Duke six years ago to successful independent hip-hop artist living in Hollywood. Now he’s got his own
to work, Esquire or a useful cocoon. There I sat, day after day, blindfolded magazine’s everyman, has The New Yorker. Clearly, I was not short on grandiose with a bandanna, slowly memorizing the keyboard. In represented ideas, but let me add an important contextual note. At the middle of all this, I was informed I didn’t get the a certain that time—not unlike now—there was change afoot; both American-style job at Esquire, which stung even after I did get one at savoir faire magazines had newly
goes on: Catch and release must end. Border crossers should be taken right back to the border, sanctuary cities should stop subverting the law, illegals should be denied medical care and education and food stamps. “They should be denied all of that. They’re not citizens—they’re not entitled to the benefit of being one.” But these are old white people. What about some- U.S.A. ALONG THE BORDER, ANGLOS WERE MORE SYMPATHETIC TO THE BORDER CROSSERS AND OFTEN SPOKE OF COMPASSION, BUT SEVEN OUT OF TEN
out in the desert and they see the light, the only light for miles around. Sometimes they haven’t eaten for four or five days and they think they’re only three miles from Phoenix because the coyotes lied to them. By that time, they’re usually ready to give themselves up. She calls Border Patrol, calls their families to let them know they’re alive. She feeds them. With a cool look, she nods to a tip jar on the counter. She’s collecting money for something. A button on it reads no ma s mu e rt e s
the elevation of sneakers from athletic afterthought to high-performance statement of style happened gradually and then all of a sudden. You can, in fact, trace a straight line from your grandfather’s comfortable walking shoes all the way to Kanye’s 750 Boosts (now available on the secondary market for a cool four figures). Along this march of progress we see Chuck Taylor, Stan Smith, and Michael Jordan. And then the arrival of the New Balance 990 (courtesy of Steve Jobs), after which we come to
