Man-slob Adam Sandler isn’t fooling anyone! The grim truth about his hobo hoodies reveals far more than bad taste: CAROLINE BULLOCK
Tuxedo-dodger Adam Sandler is at it again on the red carpet, looking like a hobo in his hoodie at the premiere of his wife’s new movie, Office Romance.
The 59-year-old was less plus one and more number two in his dad bod slob signature style of sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt overshadowing Jackie who chose a more fitting LBD for her big night.
‘It must be so cool to be a man and be allowed to look like [expletive],’ an astute Reddit commenter posted, speaking on behalf of the female population.
For Sandler it seems very few occasions merit donning a black tie.
Why bother blowing some of your $440 million fortune on being suited and booted in Gucci and Armani when your baggy basketball shorts can be a talking point at the 2025 Oscars?
Not to mention channeling Soviet-era sports luxe in beige slacks and white hoodie at the 2023 premiere of Murder Mystery 2 as your uber groomed co-star Jennifer Anniston shimmers in her hand-beaded Versace.
Oh, grow Up Adam. You may think the ageing Beastie Boy tribute act vibe is a loveable quirk but defying the usual dress codes and conventions is simply an arrogant diss. Moreover, it betrays a thirst for attention that you’re sure to attract amid the glossy posse when you look like you’ve slept in your clothes on a park bench.
Not that he’s alone in embracing his inner and outer unkempt.
Adam Sandler was less plus one and more number two in his dad bod slob signature style of sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt overshadowing wife, Jackie, who chose a more fitting LBD for the premiere of her new film Office Romance on Tuesday night
Why should Sandler bother blowing some of his $440 million fortune on being suited and booted in Gucci and Armani when his baggy basketball shorts were a talking point at the 2025 Oscars
Sandler channeled Soviet-era sports luxe in beige slacks and white hoodie at the 2023 premiere of Murder Mystery 2 as his uber groomed co-star Jennifer Anniston shimmered in her hand-beaded Versace
Ever since he evolved from cherubic teen star to angsty man-boy, eternal teenager Justin Bieber has been sporting rehab escapee-style with tedious predictability.
Stringy yellow hair, ankle grazing baseball shorts, socks with his crocs. Every day for Justin looks like it followed a hard night out as he heads to the go-kart track in Heavy D’s wardrobe.
At the age of 32, isn’t it time he finally stopped letting it all hang out? I doubt flashing most of his boxers in saggy jeans is giving anyone a thrill.
And what about boorish and bloated Russell Crowe reveling in a certain ‘take me as you find me’ entitlement this week in Paris.
Clearly avoiding the usual jabs that help the A-list drop the pounds, the Les Miserable star thudded out of his hotel in a stained polo shirt – sweat or spilt Dr Pepper? who can say – with a paunch and hair you could fry an egg on.
What a treat for the fan faithful that had gathered to meet him. All that was missing was a pack of Castlemaine XXXX Australian lager.
The former Gladiator star is quite the Maximus these days but it’s not just the gut that’s bloated – check out the ego on it. ‘Are you listening to me? Stay where you are and don’t f***king push on me; I’ll come to you,’ boomed the old charmer, a tone pitched somewhere between the Gestapo and riot control police as he prepared to sign autographs.
‘As soon as someone’s a d**k I’m going,’ he added with blistering lack of self-awareness.
Boorish and bloated Russell Crowe reveled in a certain ‘take me as you find me’ entitlement this week in Paris, where the Les Miserable star thudded out of his hotel in a stained polo shirt
Ever since he evolved from cherubic teen star to angsty man-boy, eternal teenager Justin Bieber, 32, has been sporting rehab escapee-style with tedious predictability (Pictured: Bieber with wife Hailey in New York in 2023)
Just a shame the (small) crowd didn’t do the same.
Some may say such dishevelment is, in fact, a refreshing antidote in today’s over-primped world that all too often demands airbrushed perfection from famous faces.
Yet, more tellingly is the double standard it exposes, one that appears to be going nowhere in Tinsel Town despite the much-vaunted narrative around female empowerment and age positivity.
For context, Crowe is 62 years old, the same age as that other perennial A-lister Demi Moore who is shrinking before our eyes and straining at every sinew to hold back father time.
Stick-think Moore was recently seen parading high glamour in various eye-catching ball gowns at the Cannes Film Festival.
Much has been made of The Substance star’s career resurgence in her seventh decade, success and relevance that have gone hand in hand with a serious body haul and always being ready for her close up.
For all the string of blockbusters to her name, had Moore indulged in Krispy Kremes and let nature take its course, would she be enjoying her current status? I’m not so sure, just ask now virtual recluse Bridget Fonda.
Swap the red carpet for real life and the same disparity play outs to varying degrees particularly as the sun comes out and the heat rises.
At 62, Crowe is the same age as that other perennial A-lister Demi Moore who is shrinking before our eyes and straining at every sinew to hold back father time
I’m thinking of those female friends with their rolling appointment of fake tans, mani and pedicures and the diligent investment of time and money to be summer ready in cut-off denim shorts and flowing Ibiza-chic maxi dresses.
It’s just a shame their efforts are undermined by partners more likely to prioritize comfort over style.
Wife beater tank tops and cropped joggers – the staple garb of many a low budget holiday resort are all too often worn with pride and a beer stain by those with the budget to do better.
Still, a baggy top and elasticated waist are always a practical option when piling away pizza, something every self-respecting slob knows only too well.
