Few men can pull off a cropped purple-hued foil-finish bomber jacket – and Russell Brand is not one of them. He gave it a damn good go. Yesterday he combined the tricksie itemette with multi-rip skinny jeans, pixie boots and a beanie for the purposes of touring New Orleans in the company of an as-yet unidentified brunette. (Russell does enjoy the company of mystery brunettes, have you noticed?) But - he really shouldn’t have. Russell and his jacket looked, well… silly, try hard (and that’s before you consider that the conjunction of his flowing locks and the skull-tight beanie made him look as if he had also acquired the ears of a basset hound).
What has happened to Russell Brand’s look? It was always challenging: when he first came to our attention, Rusty Rockets channeled the vibe of a dandyish goth with high fash undertones; it was all Hedi Slimane by way of Camden. It was odd, and it incorporated acres of he-vage – but somehow, it worked. Then – it changed. Think of it lately: those voluminous tracky bottoms rammed into fully extended leg warmers; a linen waistcoat here, a tasseled, embroidered mirrored blanket shawl there… A fully erect top knot and hippie sandals and so on and so forth… it’s like the joke version signature look of a yogic love guru. In a really bad way. Why has it happened? That’s anyone’s guess, but we reckon too long living in Los Angeles plus the marriage breakup haven’t helped. If you’re not careful, that kind of thing will hit you where it hurts: in the fashion stakes.
So what do you make of Rusty's wardrobe? And do you reckon Baptiste Giabiconi is a more fitting match for our Katy?