The New GQ is Here—And It’ll Take You Everywhere

Whatever semblance of taste or cool I acquired came via my two older sisters. Nadine and Susie taught me about Jeff Buckley, Radiohead, and Run-DMC. They explained that That Guy Keanu in Speed was, actually, The Guy. They demonstrated an unreasonable number of ways to style a pair of Doc Martens. They were my source for newness. They knew about everything that I didn’t know to look for.

One day, my sisters brought home the Australian edition of GQ. On the cover was Pharrell Williams, then…