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Opening photo: Blazer, $850, by Ernest W. Baker. Vintage sweater by Pringle of Scotland. Shirt, $795, by Maison Margiela at Nordstrom. T-shirt, $55, from The GQ Shop. Pants, $935, by Louis Vuitton Menâs. His own sneakers by Converse. His own sunglasses (throughout) by Ray-Ban.
On a steamy late-summer Monday, Rhuigi Villaseñor eased his black McLaren 720S (gull wing doors, gold rims, $300K price tag) down from his house in the Hollywood Hills and into the sweeping driveway of the Beverly Hills Hotel. The Polo Lounge, just off the lobby, is where generations of Hollywood machers have downed martinis and struck deals, and it s also where Villaseñor, the brains behind the menswear label Rhude, takes his meetings.
The lobby was eerily quietâa pandemic spares no one, not even the crown jewel of a hotel group owned by the Sultan of Bruneiâbut Villaseñor, in a silky black button-down, diamond studs, backless snakeskin Celine babouches, and a don t-try-this-at-home Caesar haircut, was unfazed. He gave warm hellos and elbow bumps to various staff members, making the lobby feel more like a living room. Later, after lunch, when the valet brought the supercar back around, Villaseñor tipped him a crisp $100 bill. I didn t know if all thisâthe