Well guys, last month I threw down the gauntlet (a pyramid-spiked, BDSM-tinged version by Jean-Paul Gaultier, of course) and challenged all stylish New Orleans men to come forward and prove that this city's reputation as a cesspool of jorts and flip-flops is unfounded. And you stepped up. Oh, how you stepped up. More than 70 nominations poured in, and there wasn't a dud in the bunch. You didn't make it easy on us judges. At times, we had to resort to subterfuge. (We Facebook-stalked a few of you to see if you displayed consistently good fashion - sorry. It was in the name of style and fairness in judging. Really. My stalking motives were purely professional.)
Anyway, the methodology is not important. What matters is WE HAVE 10 OUTSTANDING MEN OF STYLE FINALISTS TO PRESENT. And the outcome - the three winners who will ultimately be crowned Men of Style and showered with fame (features in CUE) and gifts (the $2,000 prize package pretty much rules) - are now in your hands, New Orleans. Vote now! And thank you to everyone who came to the cocktail party at Rubensteins last night. So many fashionable men in one place - it was truly glorious to behold.
Photos by Cheryl Gerber