Tom Hardy’s Pants–Locke actor Tom Hardy graces the May issue of Esquire and the magazine has interesting tidbits to share about the eccentric personality. Tom Junod, who wrote the issue’s cover story had a lot to relay about Hardy and his opinion on men’s pants. Contacting the actor with follow-up questions for his interview, Junod was witness to a rant about pants. Hardy is working with British brand Blag to create a line of streetwear and as you can guess the latest item on his agenda was pants.
Hardy starts out explaining, “You’d be fucking surprised—surprised—at the shocking collection of pants that I’m looking at right now. The world is just pants, isn’t it? It’s fucking ridiculous.” He adds, “What happened to man’s pants—you know? Because I have a very clear line, when it comes to pants. ‘Will my beard look cooler in these pants? And can I make a clean run for the border in them?’ You know what I mean? And you know what’s a good start? Not looking like I’m a member of One Direction—that’s a good start.”
Hardy continues, even more agitated, “You want to give somebody a pair of track pants. You know, nice and fashionable. But at the same time, they have to be useful. You can put stuff in the pockets. You can herd pedestrians into safe zones and take out the rubbish in them, your naked torso sweating and rippling in the sunlight. You can do the washing-up in them, barefoot and walking around the house. You can keep things in pockets and stuff like that. That’s what pants are for. And to cover your exterior and keep you warm. But the pants that I’m seeing look like they’re all sorts of metrosexual weird. The kind of thing that was coughed out of Minnesota and spat onto the streets of Brooklyn in the last ten years, for a secret reason that wasn’t fair to any of us. Do you know what I mean? Now we have to crawl our way back into a real pair of pants. I mean, we should be allowed to have proper tracksuit pants—that’s only fair, right? My favorite pants, the pants I wore to university—I see myself tending to my vegetables at the tender age of sixty-five wearing the same fucking pants! Because they’re awesome. Those pants—pants with integrity. With a stripe down the side. Any color you fucking like. But not the pants I’ve been seeing.” Read more at Esquire.com.
