Cole Sprouse Is Serving Up Some Seriously Aspirational Lockdown Looks

From Esquire

Welcome to Heat Check, a daily dose of much-needed style inspiration culled from the source for all the best celebrity fit pics in quarantine: the ‘gram.

For millennials that grew up watching Disney Channel reruns of The Suite Life (still slaps, by the way) the Sprouse twins' transformation into two smoldering man-children has been a bit of a weird trip. First of all, I still, for the life of me, can't tell these two dudes apart. There's no punchline there—that's a fact. (True story: In high school my class went to tour the NYU campus and as we were walking through Washington Square Park some girls in my grade spotted a Sprouse twin out in the wild minding his own business on, like, a park bench and everyone completely lost their shit. As dozens of horny high schoolers swarmed around him my boy Cole/Dylan had no choice but to dip out of the park ASAP, leaving a trail of caterwauling teenagers in his wake, and to this day I have literally no idea which twin it was.)

Well, if his recent string of fit pics is any indication Cole Sprouse is low-key sexy now and there's nothing you can do about it. Deal with it, man! I mean, look at the dude. Cooped up in what I assume is his palatial L.A. compound filled with Suite Life memorabilia, Cole called up a photographer friend for an impromptu socially-distanced photoshoot that looks like an audition to make Cole the next face of some glossy, high-fashion ad campaign. Someone get this man a brand deal, STAT!

This shoot has it all: thee glorious mane of slicked back, slightly-oily hair; the hint of wispy goatee; the casual bandana (how au courant!) worn as neckerchief; the medley of durable work shirts (one from cult Japanese label Human Made); the faded blue jeans insouciantly half-tucked into a pair of perfect suede chelsea boots. Cole is serving up some seriously aspirational lockdown looks here, and tapping in to menswear's current infatuation with updated Western style in the process.

All that's to say: my dear friend Cole—if it was, indeed, you in the park that crisp spring day, let me take this opportunity to sincerely apologize for my hornt-up antics. I'd like to say I've since matured and moved on, but to be honest, this tableaux of fits is stirring something deep inside of me I thought I had come to grips with long ago. If it's any consolation, it seems like you're handling lockdown waaay better than me or any of my high school chums, so who really got the last laugh here? Mea culpa.

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