Showing posts with label Turtlenecks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Turtlenecks. Show all posts

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.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

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.

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.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Sunday Brunch.



I would like to pack this fine sweater-wearing man into my picnic basket.

Monday, October 26, 2009

The. Ultimate.

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Unparalleled sweater-ability. Swooooooon.