Menswear bloggers (such as myself) have a natural aversion to wearing or using any product favored by the general population. I mean, how the hell can we be so fucking cool if we're sporting the same stuff as the dude in the office that everyone lies to about the next happy-hour location? I often catch myself slipping into this mentality, and it bums me out. But I've found a cure for such needless snobbery—pull your head out of your ass and put down the elitist grooming products.
It's not that I think guys should look like the homeless dude in a heroin coma passed out in the subway. I just think that some of us put too much of an emphasis on preening, combs made out of endangered-animal bones, shaving brushes made out of virgin hair, and straight razors that match the interior of your apartment. Don't waste your time or money on that stupid shit. In my bathroom, you'll find a black plastic comb, drugstore shave gel, and a Gillette razor. None of 'em were ever featured in Monocle, but I still step out of my apartment looking like a goddamn champ. Why? Because I spend my money at the tailor fitting my shirts, perfecting my pants, and getting my sport coats in order. All the truffle-oil-and-avocado-infused shaving cream in the world can't help you if you look like you're wearing your older brother's bar mitzvah jacket.
—By Lawrence Schlossman