You already know most of the reasons Bill Murray is an icon. Stripes, say, and SNL and Ghostbusters and assorted late-period peak-sincerity indie films. But Murray is also possessed of a personal style truly and deeply his own. That was true in the ’80s, it remains true on the red carpet, and it’s eternally refreshing on the golf course. And on Thursday night, in Rome for a screening of Edward Norton’s Motherless Brooklyn, it was on display once again.
A shiny tangerine jacket. A scratchy, blue-whooshing-to-red shirt underneath. A slate-blue hat cocked jauntily on his wood carving of a head. This, friends, is the sort of outfit you can put together only when you know exactly who you are, and exactly what you like to wear. Or, in other words, when you’re Bill Murray, and you’re in Rome for the night.