Guy Fieri was a fashion icon ahead of his time

Photo: Gustavo Caballero/Getty Images for NYCWFF
Photo: Gustavo Caballero/Getty Images for NYCWFF

Regular readers of The Takeout know that we are Fieri apologists. Despite the obvious shamefulness of his frosted tips and hoop earrings, seriously, what did Guy Fieri ever do to you?


So it pleased us to see no less a prestigious publication than Vogue declare Guy Fieri a fashion trendsetter years ahead of his time. Vogue reports Fieri’s signature flame-emblazoned style of shirt is burning up the runways in designers’ Fall 2018 collections. From Vetements to Kolor to Dior Homme to other designers we’ve never heard of because we wear sweatpants 80 percent of the time, fashion’s best and brightest are all taking a sashay through flame-licked Flavortown.

Great, we can bust out the flame-embroidered denim vest we’ve been longing to free from the back of our closet, right? Not so fast, Vogue contributor Diego Hadis cautions: “If I wore a Prada flame shirt, it would have to be under something really simple and understated, like a black cardigan or something. Flame prints are almost unsalvageable, except toned down as mentioned above. Peaking out from underneath a Comme des Garçons holey sweater might be okay, too.”

We’ll, uh, get right on that as soon as our Comme des Garçons sweaters get back from the dry cleaners. (They’re covered in Donkey Sauce.)

Kate Bernot is a freelance writer and a certified beer judge. She was previously managing editor at The Takeout.



... what did guy Fieri ever do to you?

I worked in the lobby of a building that housed several radio stations a long time ago. Six in the fucking AM, Fieri and his Kulinary Krew (how did I know they were called this? the matching jackets embroidered with some tacky-ass logo that said as much with stupid fucking nicknames to boot) arrive for a radio interview. They’re all loud as fuck, but none louder than Fieri himself, screaming into his cellphone (this is not hyperbole, I swear on my wonderful cat, Georgia) at someone (sounded like another radio interview) about Donkey Sauce (okay, he probably didn’t mention Donkey Sauce.) This entire interview where he’s yelling into his phone (RIP radio station sound engineer) and leaning on the desk I’m required to occupy he doesn’t even glance in my direction to acknowledge what an enormous ass he’s being. As soon as he concludes his call he walks around the desk, squeezes behind me between the chair I’m sitting in and the window of the lobby and drops his coffee cup in the waste bin under the desk and as he squeezes back out says, “was that the trash? Thanks!” and goes into the elevator with the rest of his Krew.

I mean, it’s not the worst thing, but it was annoying as all fuck.

So, on a personal level, fuck Guy Fieri.

EDIT: Bobby Lee was a fucking dick too. Every other celeb I met was super cool though, Rainn Wilson in particular.