Rosemary Mac Cabe

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Boys, boys, BOYS! (We like boys in cars)

If you can name that lyric I’ll give you an eye make-up remover from Boots No 7. (Did you know there’s three for two on No 7 products at this very minute*?) I love No 7 stuff. Anyway, name that …

Thu, May 26, 2011, 10:30

   

If you can name that lyric I’ll give you an eye make-up remover from Boots No 7. (Did you know there’s three for two on No 7 products at this very minute*?) I love No 7 stuff. Anyway, name that song and it’s yours.

But to the point! I won’t get into a long diatribe about how Irish men dress, because I haven’t read Paul Galvin’s column in about three weeks and so I really don’t know, but I will show you these celebrities and say: not too far removed from what you’d see on Grafton St on a Friday evening, mais non, kittens? (I mean the clothes; if Ed Westwick turned up on Grafton St I would DIE. Die.)

Hello Shane West, whose name I just had to Google! I really hate your pink armband, but I love the grey tee / khaki jacket combo, and Avoca currently has a really gorgeous khaki jacket in their gents’ section that I very nearly purchased for myself, except I couldn’t justify the €199 price tag. It is super slick, mind you.

In my personal opinion, Ryan Eggold is 90210‘s weakest link. He started off being quite okay, and dare I say, a bit hot, but now . . . oh I just don’t know! Myself and a friend have spent hours agonising over what it is that has stripped away his hotness and made him so unbearable, but we can’t figure it out. Answers on a postcard. (Love the flannel check shirt. These babies are not getting old any time soon. Bonus points for secondhand.)

If Ed Westwick had just lost that chain (I object to men’s jewellery, I know it’s very small-minded of me, but I do), this could be such a winner. Wu-Tang, for crying out loud!

Then . . . well. At least he still looks smokin’ hot, and the Hilfiger connection does excuse it. A bit. Not a lot, but a bit. Just DO NOT look at his pinky finger. Just don’t.

* As far as I know – don’t hate the messenger!