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Musicians may get famous for their, well, music, but their senses of style are another iconic part of their personas and performances. Here, a look back at some of the most stylish music men of the past 50 years. They do not disappoint.
From: Esquire US
Again with the polka-dot scarf — a bit silkier, but all smooth.
"Don't fight the urge to tone down your look as you grow."
A killer suit selection will always land you on a "best-dressed" list. That and an album as audibly stylish as Turn on the Bright Lights.
Take a walk down to your local sneakerhead store and take a look around at the Beastie Boys.
The Killers lead singer gave bartenders the panache, from 2007 to present, to refer to themselves as "mixologists."
The original enfant terrible.
Because Lou Reed, that's why.
Master of the white t-shirt.
Now that is a look.
"Anybody can wear crazy clothes and anybody can wear classic clothes. Balancing the two can be an art."
Even without Morrissey.
Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, and polka-dot scarves.
M-65 jackets, Adidas track suits, chinos: The man was hard not to love.
During the mid-'80s, in the middle of the night, an intoxicated Jagger phoned up Watts's hotel room and asked, "Where's my drummer?" Watts got up, shaved, put on a suit, tie, and freshly shined shoes, walked down the stairs, punched Jagger in the face, and said, "Don't ever call me your drummer again. You're my fucking singer!"
"I was out to destroy the audience. I wanted to destroy 'em, just make the toughest dude in the crowd pat his foot. I'd find a groove to get 'em by watching feet, and once I got one guy moving, I'd start working on the dude sitting next to him."
You could line up four pairs of trashed jeans and four Schott Perfectos and any rightful music fan walking by would mouth the same thing: "Joey, Johnny, Dee Dee, and Tommy."
Kangol hat, track suit, white-and-black Superstars. Game over. Nothing was ever the same.
If for no other reason than his unwavering endorsement of headwear.
Red-and-white, black-on-black, hand-on-guitar: The man looks damn good doing what he does.
"The king of what? The king of styyyle." —Style Wars
Gave members of the A/V club the right to wear Coke-bottle glasses, forever.
There is so much style on the cover of What's Going On that it hurts.
Take a look at the first family of ska — all skinny ties and stingy brims — before trying on that pork-pie hat this summer. No one has done it right since.
Blood on the Tracks, Blonde on Blonde, suede and stripes: The man can do no wrong.
This man is wearing a leopard jacket.
The King was comfortable in stripes-over-stripes. Automatic pass.
Because you may have not been wearing a Coogi sweater or a Jacob the Jeweler watch to sixth-period study hall, but Biggie definitely put that swagger in your step through those headphones.
The original cool ruler.
Who else could make a striped mohair sweater a punk thing?
The big-shouldered jackets didn't come until later. And it was the '80s. Everyone was doing it. It was just... around.
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Never saw a bold pattern that scared him.
"I never wanted to be famous. I only wanted to be great."
Pulp's master of Britpop wore suits when he didn't have to. Now everyone has to.
That hair, man. That hair.
Because they all wear the long hair and the beard these days, but thank god the My Morning Jacket frontman is making them wear tailored suits again, too.
The Strokes guitarist helped usher back in the age of the skinny suit. Tailors across New York licked their chops.
The original man in black, and the only one.
Joy Division's master of Manchester post-punk did the dark trench right. Really right.
The master of Jersey rebel style does everything right, one faded leather jacket at a time.
These up-and-comers bring a hint of history — and a healthy dose of style — to the Beltway...
...and this is where they got it from.
No one did psychedelic better, onstage or off.
Robbie Robertson: "When we were working with Bob Dylan and we moved to Woodstock, everybody referred to us as the band. He called us the band, our friends called us the band, our neighbors called us the band."
Richard Manuel: "We started out with The Crackers. We tried to call ourselves The Honkies. Everybody kind of backed off from that. It was too straight. So we decided just to call ourselves... The Band."
He could pull off two looks — squash glasses and stingy brim hats — with extreme ease. A feat not for everyone.
The Chairman of the Board: always proper, always drink in hand.
Anyone who can make chest scars and faded Levi's a thing is alright in my book.
Post-Fifty Shades, the Northern Irish actor-musician adds BOSS ambassador to his resume.
Décor is the brand's line of furniture and decorative pieces.
LeBron isn't the only one making waves in the sports world.
What you'll be wearing next year.
The designer teamed up with KAWS for the show and used Christian Dior himself as inspiration.
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