KO: The Rise of Boxing Brands

Lonsdale Boxing Tony Jeffries

That sportswear and fashion are on-again off-again bedfellows is kind of old hat, with the former’s sleek forms and appreciation of function informing the latter for well over a century now.

We’ve seen Stella elevate Adidas’ status, Liberty lend a generous slice of design heritage to Nike, and Todd Snyder recently help temper the chumpishness of activewear brand Champion as part of an increasing intimacy between big names in athletic apparel and middle- to high-end design.

Not to be outdone, boxing brands are throwing some well-placed punches, too, with British heavyweight Lonsdale priding itself on its collection of “iconic fashion” (their term, not mine) and age-old American outfitter Everlast hyping WBO boxers’ custom kits on Facebook prior to prime-time fights.

Lonsdale Everlast Logos

Most striking, though, is how these brands are being appropriated on a grassroots level. Once the reserve of cider-swilling chavs and ASBO scallies, labels like Lonsdale and Everlast are sported by blokes who are just as likely to pick up a copy of Arena Homme + as they are to pore over the pages of Nuts in what might be termed an interesting inversion of prole drift.

But what is it exactly about these brands that’s prompted an overhaul in attitudes? When did common-as-muck gym gear become a staple for the stylish? I’d hazard a guess it’s some mixture of the following:

A resurgence in popularity of all things varsity and collegiate. There’s no doubt that these boxing brands’ renewed popularity is part of a wider shift in men’s fashion from the art of dressing-up and dandy tailoring to a more minimalist, sports-influenced casual approach manifest in the likes of the varsity jacket, hi-tops, mesh panels and the baseball tee. Which brings me to my point; in case you hadn’t noticed, both the Lonsdale and Everlast logos feature collegiate fonts, which we’ve seen emblazoned on everything from clothing to business cards over the past three years or so.

‘Cult of the body’ culture. In a world awash with men’s fitness magazines, gym memberships, protein shakes and BCAAs, sporting boxing brands serves as a handy signifier to your fellow humans that you’re forgoing a few rounds of post-work pints for five sweaty sets of heavy reps – even if you’re not.

Hector Lombard Everlast

Keeping in good, and typically masculine, company. In a semiotic sense, these brands align you with sporting legends like Muhammad Ali, as well as contemporary greats such as Joe Calzaghe, Nathan Cleverly, Deontay Wilder and Hector Lombard (above). As moronic as this might seem, it’s a simple fact many menswear brands fail to fully recognise, ultimately losing out on an opportunity to secure male consumers in a culture that’s definitely progressive in terms of masculine aesthetic and behavioural ideals, but still very much rooted in traditional notions of machismo.

My two cents for your Saturday.

Men’s Style No More.

Another day, another major magazine move. What with our being in the midst of fiscal catastrophe print media seems to be suffering more than ever before. Just a few months back Arena was suddenly shuttered and prior to that we had the not-so-lametable demotion of Men’s Vogue to a biannual supplement. Now, we bid farewell to Men’s Style.

No, I’m not on the cusp of launching into a reverent homage to the online publication in the vein of Nigel‘s adoration of Runway from The Devil Wears Prada, but I am going to ask why the hell Condé Nast insists on creating online versions of its print magazines when it could just mesh them together to form a formidable fashion resource? I know GQ.com posts coverage of collections and the usual news titbits but what of the often uproarious, often questionable but always inspiring “The Week in Style” features? What of those swell “So-and-so’s 10 essentials”?

I know it’s currently paramount that companies cost-cut to save their arses but seriously, could the Condé Nast capitalists please consider their audience before their advertising clients for once? K, going to stop here before I breach Nigel-esque “shining beacon of hope” territory…

Image from Men’s Style