Well, well, well. What have we here? Looks like we got a classic case of a certain fan favorite celebrity venturing back out onto the mean streets of New York City to walk his dog, satiating the fickle appetites of the street style-hungry masses in the process. And let me tell you, brother: I was starving. Honestly, at this point Justin Theroux should just start paying me directly because I'm cashing the fuck out on this poor man's fits.
Over the weekend, The Leftovers star meandered around Soho (as is his wont) in an outfit that could plausibly be considered the uniform of professional cool-guys the world over. In other words, another take on the get-up Theroux looks like he came out of the womb rocking—with one major addition.
*Air horn sound* IT'S BEANIE SEASON, BABY! Let's fucking go. You know how long I've been waiting for this moment? Shit, man. I was trying to convince you all to scoop one in late August. I'm nothing if not an ardent enthusiast, and seeing Theroux wearing an inaugural version of the style warms the cockles of my heart (and gets my scalp positively tingling with anticipation). You can't fake this excitement.
And, like Punxsutawney Phil himself, if Theroux's pivot to the beanie is any bellwether of what's to come, it looks like we're in for a hell of a season. So what're you waiting for, guy? Get involved.
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