On the other side See Effortlessly Cool Zayn Malik for US GQ July 2018.
Photography Sebastian Mader and styled Simon Rasmussen where Zayn is modeling luxury garments.
The groomer was by Shannon Pezzetta and make up by Yuki Hayashi.
Now let’s see some of the best highlight that you can approach on the new US GQ July edition.
The 25-year-old British singer is deeply, maddeningly, almost trolling-ly enigmatic.
And that cultivated mystery—along with his disdain for the standard rules of superstardom—is probably what puts him on the short list for COOLEST HUMAN ALIVE.
On a recent Friday night, though, he dropped his guard and spilled his guts.
There are exactly two places in New York on a Friday night where Zayn Malik can smoke Marlboro Lights as liberally and openly as he pleases, unencumbered by gawkers or the city’s increasingly draconian anti-smoking laws.
The ﬁrst is Zayn Malik’s SoHo apartment, where he spends the majority of his time, zoning out, reading books, listening to music, and “partaking in the herb,” as he says.
The second is the Mary A. Whalen, a 172-foot-long restored-tanker-ship-turned-nonproﬁt-hangout-spot that is docked off the shore of Red Hook, Brooklyn.
The ship is closed for business after 6 P.M., but tonight its leader, a hardy blonde ship preservationist named Carolina, has agreed to keep it open late to accommodate us.
No crowds, a few plastic chairs, and a gently lilting surface that is basically a giant ashtray.
There is just one problem: The temperature on deck is decreasing rapidly with the setting sun, and Zayn has arrived with nothing on his person but a lighter, a backpack, and an iPhone.
No jacket on his rail-thin five-ten frame—just a pair of charcoal skinny jeans, a distressed Pink Floyd T-shirt, a bright pink beanie that obscures his new ﬂower skull tattoo (or “tah-oo,” as Zayn pronounces it).
He looks so modernly cool
Blending a hip-hop swagger with a punk-rock edge, that he should receive a cut from Urban Outﬁtters every time someone makes a purchase.
He is the only man whose Disney-princess-long eyelashes seem to bolster his machismo rather than diminish it.
Nobody this dreamy has ever bothered to check the weather to see if he should grab a jacket before leaving the house.
Through chattering teeth, he rejects multiple offers of blankets. “It’s all good,” he insists, burping faintly after taking a swig of his Peroni. “I’m cool.”
The rest you can see read on here.