Last night marked the annual GQ Men of the Year Awards, which means another red carpet report on what socialites wear on a weekday night. But before that, here is a selection of the men, and woman, the classy lads magazine decided to honour.
This year the winners included James Corden for best TV personality. Deserved considering his US show is bringing everyone such regular joy. Blur won best band for some reason. Yes, we know they’re an acclaimed act, but it’d be nice to see something other than what is now dad rock get a high profile honour. George Osborne, who is a Tory, won best politician. This is England. Lionel Richie got best icon and if you dispute that we’ll challenge you to a duel. Sam Smith was honoured for best solo artist. That’s nice for him and his ballads. Christoph Waltz got best actor. We’ll allow that. For some reason Nic Pizzolatto, the writer of True Detective, won best writer. Let’s just declare this the decade of reading women.
Oh, and Game of Thrones Emilia Clarke got a plaque for best woman.
That uncomfortable feeling when you fancy Christoph Waltz but forever associate him with being a Nazi.
No one is let slag Uncle Lionel.
Holy moly Erin O’Connor looks amazing.
Amber Le Bon channels The Little Mermaid’s Ariel’s first attempt at human clothes.
Tracey Emin channels your parents? neighbor who works in the bank at a wedding.
If this man offered to buy you a drink you’d go home, find your mother’s teenage temperance medal, bring it back to the smoking area of the club, and then say ?No, thanks.?
Weird collar on David Gandy’s shirt, but we’re sure his M&S boxers are only lovely.
Favourite look of the night goes to Naomie Harris.
Gut instinct: James Bay would show up to the funeral of your father in a f***ing hat.
Foxes gets her red carpet pout and sideways profile bang on for the male magazine awards ceremony.
Likewise with Jourdan Dunn.
There’s Ronnie Wood with his third wife, theatre producer Sally Humphreys. Have to say, dark blue suits usually make me want to leave overpriced Irish bars and find a Londis on the cusp of off-licence closing, but this is a nice subtle shade.
Going to see Texas this November so Sharleen Spiteri gets a yes.
Ronan Keating and Storm Uechtritz fresh from their oh-it-was-Instagram-ed honeymoon. I don’t think Ronan is wearing socks.
Daisy Lowe’s job on application forms is bombshell.
Jack O’Connell cleans up in Prada.
As much as we like Claudia Winkleman, this is a little meh.
Yes, Jack Guinness is of that Guinness clan.
Imagine Bob Geldof is a great pal to meet for an all-day breakfast.
Chiwitel Ejiofer gets our Wouldn’t Let You Down Award of the night.
Is Pixie Lott working in Vegas these days?
Would let Sam Clafin disappoint us romantically in an Agatha Christie subplot.
Emilia Clarke in the colour all the high street shops are trying to drown us out with this season.
Gizzi Erskine wears opaque tights because she is that rare breed who will admit it’s freezing in the evenings.
Absolute fair play to David Bailey.