Good afternoon and WOW. Look, folks, we see a lot of fits here at GQ. Some might say it’s what we do—big fits, long reads. But among the countless ensembles that flash past our eyes everyday, there are a few that are so freaky, so daring, and so right that we stop in our tracks, offer the prayer hand emoji, and dear reader, we genuflect! The whole office stops and does it! For real! It’s “policy”!
What brought us to one knee in reverence today? A lean and gorgeous assembly of shapes: Oklahoma City Thunder’s Darius Bazley in a pair of lamé track pants (yes!), one leg yanked up, with his Polo waistband peeping out (YES!). That is a very clever combination—disco sheen and Ralph Lauren branding; I mean, that is just nuclear stuff—but we haven’t even gotten to the main event. That would be a velcro vest with not a thing underneath. It is insufficient to call this a crop top; indeed, the essence of its genius is its inadequacy as a standalone garment. Some would say it’s a “layering piece” that requires something beneath it, but on Bazley, it becomes a new entree in the canon of fashion’s contributions to moments in minimalism. This is some Donald Judd shit!
