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On The Cover This Month: John Slattery
Our second of three April 2012 cover subjects, for our special inaugural Style Bible issue. Click here to read GQ director of editorial projects Devin Friedman’s profile of the Mad Men eminence grise. Below, a quick bit from the story:

“I was going to get Old Rip Van Winkle,” he tells the waitress. That’s a kind of bourbon. “But I’m told you’re out of it. Anything resemble that?” Something called Eagle Rare might be up his alley. It arrives, served with a beautiful hunk of ice that might be sold at an airport gift shop as a paperweight. He admires this ice cube. It’s a great ice cube. That’s also what he’s like. A guy who knows about bourbons and good ice cubes. Which is the same, at this moment, as a guy who knows about a good waxed cotton jacket. (It turns out we’re both wearing the same brand of waxed jacket. It’s like we’ve been reading this magazine.)

gq:

On The Cover This Month: John Slattery

Our second of three April 2012 cover subjects, for our special inaugural Style Bible issue. Click here to read GQ director of editorial projects Devin Friedman’s profile of the Mad Men eminence grise. Below, a quick bit from the story:

“I was going to get Old Rip Van Winkle,” he tells the waitress. That’s a kind of bourbon. “But I’m told you’re out of it. Anything resemble that?” Something called Eagle Rare might be up his alley. It arrives, served with a beautiful hunk of ice that might be sold at an airport gift shop as a paperweight. He admires this ice cube. It’s a great ice cube. That’s also what he’s like. A guy who knows about bourbons and good ice cubes. Which is the same, at this moment, as a guy who knows about a good waxed cotton jacket. (It turns out we’re both wearing the same brand of waxed jacket. It’s like we’ve been reading this magazine.)


Tom Hiddleston - When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
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When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats - Tom Hiddleston from Tom Hiddleston Reads Poems

Tom Hiddleston reads When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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