"A Denim Suit for Business Dudes? Ralph Lauren Thinks So." Nope.

United States Army soldiers care about one thing and one thing only and that is looking good when they are doing their workouts. Wow they have some new workout clothes and I think you are gonna be pleased, with the new clothes!

There are people who want to look like Tumblr grew legs and walked out of ass-town. Look at this guy. Fuck this guy.

Today's African news. [New York Times]

A crumbling but persistent zombie of a debate about the proper place of Serious Women in fashion photo spreads is again lumbering around the internet.

Maybe the thing about the New York Times Style section is that it's actually written by some old-timey man who just arrived here in a time machine from old-timey days.

A good rule of thumb if you're a man and you want to wear a "dress shirt" is, you put on the shirt and look in the mirror, and if you can see your nipples and also you are suffocating, the shirt is too tight. Well, your wife thinks it looks great on you.

Have you ever sat in a car and thought "I wish this were my clothes?" Why not drive that car to the nearest Forever 21 and make your dream a reality and then die knowing you have achieved your dream—something many people never do?

The t-shirt brand, Rap Shirts For White People, is exactly what you'd expect: bros flexing their privilege via the appropriation of popular rap lyrics. That's right, now you can wear your entitlement proudly! But as James Harris, writing for Complex, explains, it's not all jokes:

As the twin phenomena of regulatory capture and decrepit political structures controlled by a small plutocracy enable a small class of rentiers to accumulate an ever larger share of the world's wealth, our patriarchal society spawns status-obsessed males seeking glory through gaudy displays of finery.

Over the past weekend, a P.R. firm called The Social Co. hosted a group of fashion journalists and bloggers for a gratis getaway at the Maidstone, an East Hampton hotel where mid-priced rooms go for $845 per night. Among the attendees was David Yi, a staff reporter at Condé Nast’s Women’s Wear Daily, who meticulously Instagrammed the entire weekend with the The Social Co.’s preferred hashtag, #MaidstoneVoyage. Now Yi’s employer is scrutinizing his attendance for a potential ethics breach.

Greatest human being Bill Murray kicked off his 14th annual Murray Bros. Caddyshack Charity Golf Tournament today in Florida. And he did it wearing these incredible golf pants:

Today, a Washington, DC resident writes into The Root's "Race Manners" advice column with an important sartorial question. So important that—for the benefit of our vast white readership—we will also attempt to answer it here.

"I don't push labels on my kids," says a mom whose six-year-old daughter recently acquired a $695 dress. "Jolie chooses what she wants in a store in an organic way."

L'Wren Scott's fashion label was deeply indebted and on the brink of restructuring before her suicide last week. Despite Scott's many red-carpet worn endorsements from celebrities, her company's London filings show $5.9 million in losses as of 2012, compounding industry speculation that Scott's business "just crashed."

Scientific research has now confirmed what has long been understood by those of us with the strength of character necessary to live life as raffish, devil-may-care iconoclasts: wearing "nice" clothes that are "appropriate" is for losers.

There are no cream-colored garments on display at the ENK Children's Club international kids' clothing exhibition when I visit the Javits Convention Center in Hell's Kitchen Tuesday morning, except in those booths whose entire stock is made up of rompers in varying shades of eggshell, ecru, and ivory.

Is this how the world ends—not with a bang but with a Wintour?

Chanel's autumn/winter 2014 ready-to-wear runway show took place Tuesday morning inside a fake supermarket designed by creative director Karl Lagerfeld at the Grand Palais in Paris.

A spectre is haunting fashion: the spectre of normcore. New York magazine's Fiona Duncan explains: