Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Are you flippin' SERIOUS?!?!
It's almost unreal, this pair. I want to stab myself in the eye with a fork.
A sweater blazer? What? That thing is so delicious it is causing me physical pain.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Bad Cop, Gooooooood Cop.
Hello, Ché here. I don't have a TV. Not to be cool or anything, I just didn't watch a lot of it growing up so it never occurred to me to get one.
However, in the last year I've been introduced to some interesting television via ex-boyfriends and...um, yeah, just ex-boyfriends. One actually. Anyway, I found myself hooked on a few of them hard like the electronic, bubble-gum choruses of the latest Lady Gaga song...or, I don't know, smack.
So, in the age of computers, (The dawning of which I actually remember) It didn't take long (by that it took me a couple years) for me to discover the ease with which I can steal shit off the Internet in order feed the television-drama/comedy-starved monkey on my back. And steal it I do. I also beg my neighbors to burn me DVDs of whatever shows they've purchased- from an actual vendor like a decent person-but that's beside the point.
The point being, if you were wondering by now, is that because I spend all this time on the internet stealing TV and then watching it ON my computer (usually in my pajamas with a bag of take-out, two cats, the puddle left of my dignity by my side)- I've found it very, very easy to pull up my browser and web-stalk various heretofore-unknown-to-me-actors at the same time.
So...
Having said ALL of that, one particular show is, in my opinion, pretty effing interesting and definitely more worthy of my addiction than Lady Gaga. Apparently much of the world agrees with me about the all around awesomeness of Showtime's "Dexter". Even though I shouldn't like it, I do. I mean, not in a Trueblood kind of way, but in a It's-about-a-lovable-serial-killer kind of way.
On this show there is a very handsome man who plays a somewhat of a D-bag cop named Joseph Quinn. A little crooked, a little slow on the uptake- but incredibly bangable. The actor is DESMOND HARRINGTON and I give him to you now in turtlenecky glory.
Dude. He was in that superbly shitty movie "Ghost Ship" with freaking GABRIEL BYRNE. Remeber that? That was this guy. This guy and Gabrial Byrne. Together. Tell me that doesn't make you feel like...maybe you could go for a sandwich.
However, in the last year I've been introduced to some interesting television via ex-boyfriends and...um, yeah, just ex-boyfriends. One actually. Anyway, I found myself hooked on a few of them hard like the electronic, bubble-gum choruses of the latest Lady Gaga song...or, I don't know, smack.
So, in the age of computers, (The dawning of which I actually remember) It didn't take long (by that it took me a couple years) for me to discover the ease with which I can steal shit off the Internet in order feed the television-drama/comedy-starved monkey on my back. And steal it I do. I also beg my neighbors to burn me DVDs of whatever shows they've purchased- from an actual vendor like a decent person-but that's beside the point.
The point being, if you were wondering by now, is that because I spend all this time on the internet stealing TV and then watching it ON my computer (usually in my pajamas with a bag of take-out, two cats, the puddle left of my dignity by my side)- I've found it very, very easy to pull up my browser and web-stalk various heretofore-unknown-to-me-actors at the same time.
So...
Having said ALL of that, one particular show is, in my opinion, pretty effing interesting and definitely more worthy of my addiction than Lady Gaga. Apparently much of the world agrees with me about the all around awesomeness of Showtime's "Dexter". Even though I shouldn't like it, I do. I mean, not in a Trueblood kind of way, but in a It's-about-a-lovable-serial-killer kind of way.
On this show there is a very handsome man who plays a somewhat of a D-bag cop named Joseph Quinn. A little crooked, a little slow on the uptake- but incredibly bangable. The actor is DESMOND HARRINGTON and I give him to you now in turtlenecky glory.
Dude. He was in that superbly shitty movie "Ghost Ship" with freaking GABRIEL BYRNE. Remeber that? That was this guy. This guy and Gabrial Byrne. Together. Tell me that doesn't make you feel like...maybe you could go for a sandwich.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
I should be working, but instead...
The following is allowed because it's Bollywood and the cheesy-ness is always forgivable when it's Bollywood...and when it's Hrithik Roshan...and his chest muscles.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I do believe it is time.
I consider this my contribution to society. My economic stimulus package. I hope you are all banging your heads stupid against a hard surface, because when i found this sweater shoot with James Dean I almost passed out.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
In Honour of Tonight.
Yo, I wrote "honour" with a MotherF***ing "U" because this dude is ****ing Canadian! Word!
This is also the ONLY photo of Jon Lajoie I could find in anything even remotely resembling a sweater. It's a lovely zip-up warm thing and at least his collar is popped. Tonight we will see him live at Zaine's.
A-Thank you.
This is also the ONLY photo of Jon Lajoie I could find in anything even remotely resembling a sweater. It's a lovely zip-up warm thing and at least his collar is popped. Tonight we will see him live at Zaine's.
A-Thank you.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
An OG sweater.
My mom sent this to me this afternoon. Oh, mom... though there is some (by "some" I mean "complete") uncertainty about the authenticity of Sting's garment ( as it would relate to this blog), I have decided that I WANT to believe , more than I want to adhere to my own rules, that the uber-thin, muscle showing, micro-fiber, peck-hugger he is wearing is an actual sweater and not a shirt. And really, if it were truly a sweater- it would be an amazing, perfect, heaven-sent sweater, would't it. So here you are. I choose delusion and give you :
Sting's sweater.
Sting's sweater.
Luke, Who Is Your Daddy?
Who's my little stripey-wipey, puppy-dog-eyed, zip-up hoody-type-thingy wearer? Who is? Yooooouuu aaaaare, Luke Wilson, Yooou Arrree!
The Zane of my Existence.
Hello there, welcome to another gratuitous celebrity sweater post that includes more than just sweaters. I've found such a lovely array of excellent Billy Zane photos that I couldn't resist arranging them here, neatly and well labeled, for your enjoymizzle.
This photo displays an excellent example of that rare-as-gold-dust "Clooney Beard" we've mentioned. Look at how skillfully Mr. Zane grows his scruff! Hmm, looks like he hasn't put on his sweater yet. Oops!
The following three snapshots (yes, I realize the last two are of the same outfit, but I couldn't resist the varied smile/crows feet combos), of an older, more sophisticated Zane wearing what is apparently his chosen uniform. Happily for us, his chosen uniform consists of sweaters, buttondowns, and face-melting hotitude. Oh, and golf hats.
Are you kidding me with this face, Billy Zane? Jeebus.
I'm going to SAY that I'm posting this because the turtleneck is apropos- but I'm ACTUALLY just posting it because it's ridiculously, eye-gougingly, effing beautiful. I have a FULL BILL-ONER.
This photo displays an excellent example of that rare-as-gold-dust "Clooney Beard" we've mentioned. Look at how skillfully Mr. Zane grows his scruff! Hmm, looks like he hasn't put on his sweater yet. Oops!
The following three snapshots (yes, I realize the last two are of the same outfit, but I couldn't resist the varied smile/crows feet combos), of an older, more sophisticated Zane wearing what is apparently his chosen uniform. Happily for us, his chosen uniform consists of sweaters, buttondowns, and face-melting hotitude. Oh, and golf hats.
Are you kidding me with this face, Billy Zane? Jeebus.
I'm going to SAY that I'm posting this because the turtleneck is apropos- but I'm ACTUALLY just posting it because it's ridiculously, eye-gougingly, effing beautiful. I have a FULL BILL-ONER.
From the side, if you'd prefer
And I would in this case, if it weren't for that little sweater-pulled-over-the-belt move he's doing there. Tricky man.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
There's a chill in the air tonight
A brisk, lazy Tuesday...just the kind of night for a cozy sweater and an open smile. This man looks like he can handle the popcorn, pick just the right film, and provide a softly sweatered shoulder.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Fabulous Baker Boy
I present to you now, Mr. Simon Baker in 5 of the most sought after man-ensembles of all time.
1) Of course, I start with the sweater. Not just any sweater but the thinnest, softest looking, muscle showingest sweater on earth. For the record, the necklace thing, when done properly, is icing on the sweater cake.
2) This is the pre-jacket, pensive-faced, vest-only outfit. In my mind, he's determining whether or not I need to be punished for my various transgressions. In my opinion, I absolutely do.
3) The wonderful, casual zip-up sweatshirt, athletic moment. Here our example demonstrates the ease with which he takes on physical challenges such as surfing and carrying shit.
4) The classic Suit and Tie.
5) The White Button Down. A particular favorite of ours.
And for a bonus, I give you one of our unlisted favorites: The Lumberjack Shirt. Tell me you don't want this guy chopping wood for you. Holy. Crap.
1) Of course, I start with the sweater. Not just any sweater but the thinnest, softest looking, muscle showingest sweater on earth. For the record, the necklace thing, when done properly, is icing on the sweater cake.
2) This is the pre-jacket, pensive-faced, vest-only outfit. In my mind, he's determining whether or not I need to be punished for my various transgressions. In my opinion, I absolutely do.
3) The wonderful, casual zip-up sweatshirt, athletic moment. Here our example demonstrates the ease with which he takes on physical challenges such as surfing and carrying shit.
4) The classic Suit and Tie.
5) The White Button Down. A particular favorite of ours.
And for a bonus, I give you one of our unlisted favorites: The Lumberjack Shirt. Tell me you don't want this guy chopping wood for you. Holy. Crap.
No Country for Cold Men.
We have just returned from a 4 night Halloween adventure in the great city of Las Vegas. We had a time, indeed, a debauched, depraved time and I would say more only...it must stay where it happened.
One thing I can say, however, is that we nearly went into woolen withdrawal. The weather being so wonderfully warm as it is (save almost every place indoors, where central air blows eternally with frigid force)- There was little reason for the abundant male population to wear much at all. While that's also nice in it's own right, we found the lack of sweatered studs to be a bit of a travesty. There was a smattering of pullovers, a lovely Israeli gentleman wearing a zip-front sweater exactly the way it should be worn, and a single striped cardigan.
I will use those few sweaters we saw as inspiration for this photo post. Ah, how fortunate are we who live in the North and have the benefit of eyeballing cold-weather apparel on our boys almost daily.
Yes, it's purple. But I'm comfortable with his manhood.
How the hell does Sexy Spice manage to NEVER smile when her Husband looks like THIS in a cardigan?
Perfectly worn: Collar popped, sleeves pushed casually to the elbow, zipped it is not.
One thing I can say, however, is that we nearly went into woolen withdrawal. The weather being so wonderfully warm as it is (save almost every place indoors, where central air blows eternally with frigid force)- There was little reason for the abundant male population to wear much at all. While that's also nice in it's own right, we found the lack of sweatered studs to be a bit of a travesty. There was a smattering of pullovers, a lovely Israeli gentleman wearing a zip-front sweater exactly the way it should be worn, and a single striped cardigan.
I will use those few sweaters we saw as inspiration for this photo post. Ah, how fortunate are we who live in the North and have the benefit of eyeballing cold-weather apparel on our boys almost daily.
Yes, it's purple. But I'm comfortable with his manhood.
How the hell does Sexy Spice manage to NEVER smile when her Husband looks like THIS in a cardigan?
Perfectly worn: Collar popped, sleeves pushed casually to the elbow, zipped it is not.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
The Warm, The Fuzzy, and the Muscular.
Hello and welcome to our homage to the glory and wonder that is a hot dude in a sweater. Yep, a sweater...and sometimes a fleece pullover. That's right, sleeves pulled up to expose strong forearms, that cute little zipper with the popped collar. The bulging chest and bicep area under taught wool or poly blend...Ok, now I sound kind of creepy.
But who can deny the impulse to cuddle, fondle, and hug (and then probably cook for) a smoking hot man wearing a good looking sweater? Not us, that's for sure. Definitely not us.
So here is where we shall share photos of effing hot guys in sweaters and the like. We'll be posting pics we collect from the internet as well as photos we take of willing participants on the street or in our coffee shop (which probably isn't going to help us get a date). Aren't you glad we're happy to be the lecherous strangers soliciting photographs so you don't have to? Of course, by all means, feel free to submit your own Men In Sweaters photo.
Oh, and one more thing: keep an eye out for the occasional posting of the rare, but beautiful "Clooney Beard". You know, not a full on Pedophile Beard, just a little bit of can't-be-bothered-to-shave beard stubble. The much coveted, perfect, quarter-inch of manly facial hair.
On with the sweaters!
But who can deny the impulse to cuddle, fondle, and hug (and then probably cook for) a smoking hot man wearing a good looking sweater? Not us, that's for sure. Definitely not us.
So here is where we shall share photos of effing hot guys in sweaters and the like. We'll be posting pics we collect from the internet as well as photos we take of willing participants on the street or in our coffee shop (which probably isn't going to help us get a date). Aren't you glad we're happy to be the lecherous strangers soliciting photographs so you don't have to? Of course, by all means, feel free to submit your own Men In Sweaters photo.
Oh, and one more thing: keep an eye out for the occasional posting of the rare, but beautiful "Clooney Beard". You know, not a full on Pedophile Beard, just a little bit of can't-be-bothered-to-shave beard stubble. The much coveted, perfect, quarter-inch of manly facial hair.
On with the sweaters!
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