the most sophisticated way possible, we’ve been hyperventilating like 5SOS fans at GQ HQ, awaiting the release of 007’s Spectre next month. Secrets of the film – will it be Daniel Craig’s last? – have been drip-fed to us via Sony Pictures over the past six months, and the fervour for the end product has built among the team. So much so, that when I couldn’t take any more of the trailer releases and the limited-edition Bond products from luxury brands tied to the film, I swung around to our deputy editor Richard Clune (picture me in my big leather chair, firmly stroking our white Persian office cat) and demanded, “Get me Bond.” Unfortunately, I swung too far and ended up frightening the fashion intern. He scampered off and the next day we received a letter of complaint from his mother. Sorry about that. There’s just something about this franchise that inspires. The character of Bond himself is, for all intents and purposes, the personification, albeit fictitious, of the GQ man. Smart, stylish, good looking, witty, sporty and desired by all. It’s for this reason that we’ve created our Month of Bond across the GQ platform, anchored by our Australian exclusive with the secret agent himself, Mr Craig. We literally went to the ends of the earth to get that – Clune still reminding of the lengths he went. (We full-well know he was on a visit to his in-laws in Yorkshire, England, when the chance to interview Craig came through. He selflessly decided to leave his wife and kids in the quiet, romantic countryside to beat his way back to the horrors of London to do the interview. But we’re playing along.) And hats off to him too, Craig, like Bond, is notoriously hard to crack and Cluney has delivered one of his finest to date. Let’s face it – we all secretly want to be James Bond. It’s one of those things that goes on the bucket list as a young man. Release a chart-topping pop song. Edit GQ. Write a best-selling trilogy that becomes a movie franchise. Become Bond. Or maybe that’s just me? I’ve come to terms with the fact I could never be Bond. I could maybe pull off some components of the character, but espionage skills and that blind willingness to kill? Yeah, I haven’t quite mastered them. Likewise, my firearms handling is terrible. In fact, my Bond movie would have to be a spoof – less Double-o-seven and more Triple-o Emergency. Though perhaps, it’s the unachievable ideals of Bond that make him so appealing – like a male Victoria’s Secret Angel, everyone wants to be one, but not everyone can wear dental floss in the office. Despite that, we, OK, I, try to emulate him. The internet is testament to that. Type ‘How to be like Bond’ into Google and there’s close to 400 million results on the topic and thousands of sub topics – ‘How to dress like Bond’, ‘How to make a martini like Bond’, ‘How to fold a fitted sheet like Bond’, you name it. Someone’s also devoted three years of their life to a thesis on masculinity over the decades through the changing norms and morals of 007 – true story. I also love some of the entries on these sites, that so nonchalantly dictate the necessary steps to turn into the man himself. 1. Be stylish. 2. Be sophisticated. 3. Get into good food and wine. 4. Only insist on the best. 5. Work out three times a day. 6. Live in Monte Carlo. 7. Practise combative martial arts. 8. Know your firearm inside and out. 9. Join MI6. WTF? If that’s all too much, get to grips with our Month of Bond instead, and go see the movie from November 6.
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