Tag Archives: cute boys

Vintage unf

Courtesy of Jean-Pierre Leaud, his cigarettes and his shifty-eyed beaky-nosed visage.

Never indulge any curiosity you might have about what he looks like now. Believe me, it’s better this way. Much, much better.

I am a moth to the follicular flame

I have been attempting a lyrical paean to Andrew Garfield’s hair for months now, but I’m afraid that my verse is not as lustrous as his healthy strands, and without achieving true mimesis I don’t feel that I can do justice to such an abundant barnet. I can’t quite explain why it makes me come [...]

cute boys cute boys cute boys, um, cute. boys.

That’s what my thoughts sound like. Or should that be thought?
Cute boys are probably my longest-running interest, apart from books. Sometimes I like to combine the two by going to the bookshop on Charing Cross Road where the cute boy works, or by reading about cute boys. Just now I pretended to read an article [...]

Ou est le discotheque?

Claude Francois IS the discotheque, and his snake-hips are the light-up dancefloor. Sadly his amazing dancing didn’t mean he had the smarts not to change a lightbulb standing in a half-full bathtub. But that’s no reason not to watch every video of him dancing you possibly can. If I walked into a club full of [...]