(“I like girls-I just end up fucking their brother every time,” he says.) Tyler's new album, IGOR, is an impressionistic romp through a fog of stylistic references, and it's sung from the perspective of an alter ego for which Tyler dons a mushroom-cut blond wig and a pantsuit. These days he can be so over-the-top about sleeping with men that it still seems like a joke. He rapped about his romantic involvement with men-without bothering to stage a coming-out moment-marking a perspective shift for anyone who believed he was homophobic. He began to upend not just ideas of who he was, but of what a rapper could ostensibly be. Odd Future went their separate ways, leaving his audience to meet Tyler on his own terms. For one, he overcame the curse of being a viral teen and began making more conceptually ambitious solo music. Over time, though, Tyler evolved, and so did everyone's perception of him. “If you wear a size 13 and have on Air Force 1s and skinny jeans, I know we're not here. “The fact that you know where to buy those means we're not here,” he says, making the two-finger eye-contact gesture. If you are a girl who wears “loose boots,” the kind of boots that jeans can be tucked into, you're in trouble. Not moisturizing, or having weed breath? Big no-nos. Making the kind of music designed to blow up on Triller, a new social media platform that is basically just a dumber version of TikTok-that's gross.

If he sees someone wearing these, “We're not on the same page,” he says.

Chunky Fila sneakers? Absolutely not allowed in his orbit. So many things, both superficial and significant, do not sit well with Tyler. It doesn't take much to be disqualified from getting close to Tyler, who has snap judgment down to an elegant, ruthless science.

Tuxedo, $4,995, shirt, $775, and bow tie, $295, by Brunello Cucinelli / Jewelry, and hair pick, his own Tyler, the Creator is GQ's Provocateur of the Year.

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