A couple of others did, too, like Emile Hirsch and Tim Roth, but that doesn’t really matter all that much to me, truth be told. Also, it wasn’t just any old fashion show – it was a fancy-schmancy fashion show for Prada. Yup. Prada. And in case you couldn’t guess it from the, ahem, get-up that my boy Adrien‘s wearing in the photo above, it was “English Gent”-themed.
Finally, guess who led the final walk? Nope, it wasn’t Gary Oldman, much as I love him. It was Adrien. God. This guy’s just so multi-faceted and talented and … I don’t know, DAPPER, right? He goes from hip-hopping from basketball game to basketball game with Lil Wayne to reciting the Best of the Notorious B.I.G.’s Poetry to scholars (without skipping a vulgar word, indeed), to hobnobbing it with some of the UK’s finest male actors on a runway for Prada. Could there be a hotter, more refined-yet-down-to-earth dude ALIVE?
Who looked the hottest?