notes to (future) self

What I’m saying is that I don’t watch “Girls” for the actual content as much as I watch it because this boy is foiiiiine. 

Tom Hardy: London Pride - Vogue UK photographed by Alasdair McLellan, June 2012

:::Corey Matthews when Topanga touches him laughter::: what were you saying again?

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situationsare:

The Honey Brothers: Adrian Grenier

First time seeing and photographing The Honey Brothers. I learned of the band due to Adrian Grenier. I’ve followed his work from Entourage to his documentary, Paprazzo. They had a great sound and with the lack of photo pit, it was still great to photograph.

I suddenly have this urge to marry Adrian Grenier really hard.

This is a great photo, Adam.

Um I think I like the white shirt better.

Yea. It’s - it’s more…

Pensive?

Damn, I was going for thoughtful.

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The headline accompanying this photo is a ridiculous ploy created by LiLo’s PR team, I’m sure: “Tom Hardy is Lindsay Lohan’s Sober Mentor”. ugh.

Oh, to be the sherpa lining on that denim jacket, though.

Oh, sorry. Did I take a break from posting Tom Hardy pictures? I didn’t mean to do that. 

This is all I feel like doing right now. Sitting on my computer like the South Park World of Warcraft guy, looking at and posting pictures of Tom Hardy. 

Oh, just stop it, Tom Hardy. Just stop it with your Dre Beats headphones. You can do better.

I’m going to post pictures of Tom Hardy now. It’s just calming, you know? 

I thought that finding young men who wear the hell out of a grandfather cardigan in New York would be easy, and it is, but no one can really live up to Richard Ayoade.

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Hey laaaadies, rolled up pants season is starting in New York! Right now, we’re only getting some ankle, but when the temperature rises, so will the cuffs. I can’t wait to see calf tattoos peeking out from underneath some rolled up chinos. And the loafers without socks! So scandalous. 

This week’s 30 Rock was disappointingly lacking in the Hornberger department. Come on, ladies… you know you want a piece of that. 

There is no onomatopoeia for the way I am giggling right now. It falls somewhere between the Butthead chuckle and a pre-pubescent Corey Matthews when he starts liking girls.

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