My Taste Is Better Than Yours » cute boys

Vintage unf

gremlin — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:53:46 +0000

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

gremlin — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 22:19:43 +0000

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 over all Keatsian; I think its thickness must be mesmerising. I am someone who instantly assesses a boy’s hairline for probability of future baldness, and this is the hairline of a boy who will never go bald. Ergo, it is a thing of wonder.

The hair gives a particularly powerful performance in Red Riding. 1974 was obviously a good time for hair with presence.

Here he is looking super cute boy (yes that’s a widely-used compound adjective) at the premiere of some movie I’ll probably never see, unless it involves a ten minute continuous shot of his hair being ruffled by invisible fingers.

He’s also a genuinely exciting and rather brilliant young actor but you should already know that. You may not know that he was Tom the neighbour in Sugar Rush, though, because you may not be a walking imdb specialising in British actors. Fortunately for you, I am.

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

gremlin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 15:48:15 +0000

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 on Ibsen but that just got me thinking about drama school boys, and then before I knew it I was looking at Cute Boys Make Me Nervous. It reassures me to know that there is someone whose cute boy habit is worse than mine, and I get my fix at the same time.

It’s a slippery slope from there to Cute and Cuter. I’m not really into kittens and rainbows and stuff, but I am into hipster boys with puppies.

That’s PJ Ransone, my ultimate cute boy. He makes me want to scratch his name and a heart on my pencil tin. I’ve already spent an hour looking at this and this and this and then starting again. I’m boymatized. I can’t stop. I actually just sighed in contentment. Can you OD on cute?

Ou est le discotheque?

gremlin — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 11:41:26 +0000

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 cute French boys dancing like CloClo I would be in heaven. Okay, they don’t have to be French. Any boys! Just no girls.

Although are you sure this is legal, CloClo? I don’t know if Chris Hansen would approve.