W snark preview
I just got my first issues of W in the mail today and I am pretty excited. They look positively absurd. While I don't have time to do an in-depth snarking of either issue yet, I just couldn't leave the house without posting about the January '11 cover. I mean, what what what what what in the name of Zagmuk is going on here?
Granted, I have no idea what Garrett Hedlund thinks of this whole getup, but if I showed up at a shoot and they put me in skintight ocelot print pants and a white undershirt, my response would be shouting "I'M CALLING MY AGENT" and then throwing a big hissy fit in the corner. No wonder he looks like he's holding his head up to stop the flow of big, manly tears. Either that or someone stuck a mascara wand in his eyes.
And just so you can fully comprehend the disaster that's going on here, let's have a zoom-and-enhance of one of the most unfortunate areas on this cover.
I did not know it was possible for a man to have camel toe in addition to the very in-your-face camel hump.
Dear Garrett,
Fire your agent.
Sincerely,
A concerned bystander
Granted, I have no idea what Garrett Hedlund thinks of this whole getup, but if I showed up at a shoot and they put me in skintight ocelot print pants and a white undershirt, my response would be shouting "I'M CALLING MY AGENT" and then throwing a big hissy fit in the corner. No wonder he looks like he's holding his head up to stop the flow of big, manly tears. Either that or someone stuck a mascara wand in his eyes.
And just so you can fully comprehend the disaster that's going on here, let's have a zoom-and-enhance of one of the most unfortunate areas on this cover.
I did not know it was possible for a man to have camel toe in addition to the very in-your-face camel hump.
Dear Garrett,
Fire your agent.
Sincerely,
A concerned bystander