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?
Oh I am so in love. “Your Daily Gosling”? EFF Your Daily Gosling. In my mind, every day is Your Daily Brody. And it’s been awhile since we covered what my love’s been up to, because I know not a lot of you understand the complexities of my compelling attraction to this man and his face and his body and his voice and his complexities, but today I felt like being SELFISH and writing an ENTIRE POST about Adrien Brody.
‘Why?’, some of you might wonder. And I’m here to tell you why. It’s because he is just so hot and wonderful and is deserving of attention (just, you know, not *too* much attention, because then it’s going to turn into another “I’m-not-going-mainstream-Ryan-Gosling” thing, and I don’t think I could really handle that all that well), and frankly, because that guy up there is the hotness.
But, right. Detachment. A film about Brody as a substitute teacher a la Dangerous Minds, just without all of the overt angst and Coolio. It’s broody. Brody-broody. And I love it and will probably see it just because he’s the star. That’s what he’s been up to lately, FYI.
Actually, that and hanging out with people like … um, Lil Wayne. And no, I don’t really get that either. I know that Adrien’s got this urban …
Ah, something I can totally get behind: this movie and the pics from the Cannes photocall. And also, Rachel McAdams‘ backside. I could get behind that, too. I mean, I don’t have the equipment to really do anything back there and I wouldn’t even if I did, ’cause I don’t go that way, but since I just adore her so much I’d probably at least sniff her hair a few times. I know that probably sounds pretty weird, but I’m one of those smell-oriented people who relates pretty much every major event (and even non-major ones) to a certain scent.
So apparently, Owen Wilson and Rachel McAdams – the love interests on gut-bustingly-funny Wedding Crashers – have reunited for a new Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris. The film portrays an engaged couple on holiday in Paris, who end up spending their time doing drastically different things than they planned.
The movie stars both Wilson and McAdams, and also includes Kathy Bates AND ADRIEN BRODY. I’m already totally taken with this movie – I mean, as if it didn’t already have a fucking zillion elements that would totally attract me to it: Wedding Crashers might have been one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen and Owen Wilson is fabulous; Rachel McAdams is my number one girl-crush, and ADRIEN BRODY. Well. You guys know how I feel about him – my one, unrequited, untouchable love.
I’m totally sold. Woody Allen can, generally, suck my ass (especially for not running Adrien in the trailer), but this movie? I’ll definitely be seeing. And probably owning at some point, too.
If you’re the type of person who only watches the Super Bowl for its pricey, over-the-top commercials, then you probably caught this amazing commercial, featuring my dream man stumping for an equally-amazing beer to boot.
If you were a Steelers fan too busy chewing your nails ’cause of the BEAT DOWN that the Packers were handing out last night, then you might have missed this hot-assed gem of a commercial.
No joke, though, guys – as soon as I saw that very definitive silhouette slouched in the darkened entryway of the pub, I knew it was him. I KNEW. I spent the proceeding two minutes mouth agape, drooling, and in ecstasy, and before I knew it, it was over.
That, my friends? Is precisely how I envision (a lot) of sex with Adrien.
I haven’t thought of just how yet, but this bitch will be done. Ruination by cheap, imitation flat iron or even an embarrassing eHarmony exposé. Something. Something, we’ll see. It’s on.
According to Showbiz Spy, Brody and Aniston were caught getting cozy with one another – probably at a launch of another stupid, sparkly Jennifer Aniston-themed perfume that fucking no one’s gonna wear, because who the hell wants to smell like desperation and salty unshed tears anyway? – but that’s aside from the point:
“Jen and Adrien were flirting with each other outrageously — you could totally tell that they’re an item. At one point, Adrien was leading Jen away in hand. She was rubbing her hands down his back and gazing into his eyes like she was totally smitten. Jen is definitely very taken by Adrien, who has been a close acquaintance of hers for a long time. He’s a charming, intelligent guy who has no pretensions about him whatsoever, so Jen always feels at ease in his company. And besides the fact he isn’t insecure about her success, she loves the dangerous, edgy side to him. He exudes this rugged sex appeal that Jen gravitates towards. But she needs to be careful.”
First of all, Jen gives that ‘smitten’ look to any male that makes eye contact with her. I heard her mailman had to be reassigned to a different route because she creeped him out so bad. And that was a mailman. Come on, Adrien! Like, it’s actually pretty simple. If you’re not going to cave, meet my incessant demands and contacts to your agent to start sharing my bed (even for a few minutes, I promise thatsallineed) stat, then at least pick a cool chick to bone. Because Jennifer Aniston, man. That’s just embarrassing for you, and frankly, I don’t know how much more disappointment I can take today.
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