Matt Bomer exudes a certain mastery of self-control. On a Saturday afternoon dressed down in a Splendid Mills T-shirt, A.P.C. shorts and John Varvatos boat shoes so old “they’re molded to my feet,” Bomer maintains a sterling-straight face throughout the photo shoot for this story. (It helps that his face mirrors the kind of Greek aesthetic ideals that render any expression marble-worthy.)
“This is the most I’ve ever liked pleated pants,” he says, without a trace of mocking as he admires a pair by Gucci.
“I love this Harry Belafonte look,” he offers, clear blue eyes taking in a white Bottega Veneta jacket.
“I’ll do just about anything. I don’t do Jesus sandals,” he says, still poker-faced, when a pair is suggested and promptly whisked away.
The only time his unwavering features break is when the photographer suggests an existential directive for a shot.
“I’m going to stand here perched in my white loneliness,” he instructs Bomer to take as inspiration.
Cue actor cracking up before reclaiming his poise.
A mixed salad, an iced coffee and an Organic Avenue green juice later, Bomer is in relaxed mode, sartorially and otherwise.
“My compass is usually comfort. So if it looks nice and comfortable, I’m into it,” he explains of his unassuming off-duty style. “I’ve certainly learned that when you need to step it up, it’s fun to be able to do that with your own personal sense of style, flair and flourish.”
You can read the rest of the article (with some spectacular photos) here.
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