Yahoo News Paul Mescal Is the Spirit of Summer Made Manifest
Welcome to Heat Check, a daily dose of much-needed style inspiration culled from the very best celebrity fit pics around.
Deep down, the only part of Normal People that really disappointed me was Connell's fundamental lack of drip. Sure, at certain points making it through the show felt like forcing myself not to pick at an old scab I couldn't stop playing with, but what really cut deep was watching Paul Mescal move around dripped out in anything less than the top-notch duds a man of his stature deserves.
And yes, no doubt lots and lots of thought went into Connell's wardrobe to ensure it remained authentic to the way a dude like him would actually dress, given his background and the general context of the show. I get it. But c'mon! The man has the features of a fabled Greco-Roman beauty. He looks like a fucking marble bust. A tantalizing sliver of chain (even one that's a certified internet sensation) clinging to some exposed clavicle every now and then ain't going to cut it.
If you, too, finished the show and lamented the missed opportunity to see Paul Mescal in a fit truly worthy of his not-inconsiderable talents, lament no longer. Our boy was spotted out and about on the streets of London and—I can't stress this enough—he did not disappoint.
If David Beckham is the personification of a certain type of buttoned-up British style, Mescal here represents the opposite end of the spectrum, one inspired by elements of old-school football hooliganism—thoroughly scuffed Stans, thigh-baring soccer shorts, air of cooler-than-thou nonchalance, and all. (For a very British breakdown of everything going on, see here). In a vintage-looking Adidas zip-up so flashy it almost seems like a fake, Mescal swans through the not-so-crowded streets looking like a '60s track star coming back from the corner store after a sleepless night of unfeeling degeneracy, now trying desperately to get his shit together before an important meet later that day.
Why does every single member of the East Coast media elite have a raging hard-on for Mescal's character? Is it purely because he scores an offer to a prestigious MFA program in NYC? Or because he looks like the type of dude to plausibly invite "run me over with a truck" comments online but also seems like he'd blush and demur if you brought up your request IRL?
In this outfit, the answers seem much simpler. Paul Mescal looks like the spirit of summer made manifest, and in a fit finally worthy of his leading-man energy he and his sturdy, athletic gait could stroll into my life (and yours, tbh) and fuck it up completely any day he chooses.
You Might Also Like
