Justin Theroux is Back to Getting Off Extremely Big Fits

Avidan Grossman
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Photo credit: Hearst Owned
Photo credit: Hearst Owned

From Esquire

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I've always thought of Justin Theroux as a quintessentially New York dude. Sure, he's a bona fide Hollywood A-lister with a whole host of plum writing credits to his name, but seeing the actor out and about on the streets of Manhattan, bike in tow, is like a genuine rite of passage for anyone new to the area.

Well, if you haven't quite given up on the city yet but could really use a nice "New York moment" right now, I've got some good news: Theroux was spotted walking his kingly pooch over the weekend and, damn, he's looking JUICY. This guy's got to have access to a full home gym, right? There's no way he's staying that vascular by banging out a few pushups in his living room every now and then. What're you doing for exercise these days, man?! I need the details. Give the people what they want!

Photo credit: MEGA - Getty Images
Photo credit: MEGA - Getty Images

If you can get past the dude's veiny forearms (not, uh, literally though—he'll probably fuck you up), it's worth noting what he's rocking here too. Theroux never strays too far from what works for him, and even if the look isn't exactly your cup of tea it's hard not to respect his commitment to the bit. In a faded Shakira tee from the singer's 2010 tour, skinny black jeans, and a pair of sand suede boots, Theroux comes correct in the Platonic form of his go-to look. Topped off with a hat repping the pioneering NYC graffiti crew cum insider-y streetwear label IRAK, a fat gold Rolex (okay, I have no way of knowing for sure what type of watch that is, but let's just say it's a safe bet), and a bandana-printed mask, Theroux is, quite frankly, killing it.

And if you're confused about how to dress as we rapidly approach the official start of fall, make like my man Justin here and swap out the shorts for jeans and the sneakers for boots (and then, yes, leave that fucking mask on) and strut your stuff on the mean streets of your hometown like the world is your runway. Because as long as Justin Theroux is out here getting off extremely big fits like it's his job, I, for one, am still betting it all on the Big Apple.

Nature is healing, baby. We back.


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