For my weekly tradition of Sunday procrastination I watched the Chronicles of Narnia films. In general, I prefer the old BBC version that I grew up with. However, this time I went ahead and gave the new ones a try. By the time I got to viewing Prince Caspian, I made a new discovery, Skandar Keynes. Granted, I am four years older than him so this is slightly creepy, but sometimes puberty works miracles. Tall, fit, dark and fair, this pretty boy has a killer pair of eyes and a subtle mystique.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Son of the legendary Steve Earle, this skinny little country boy is at once, endearingly nice and deliciously naughty. With his playfully dirty mouth and a rather sordid past littered with sporadic instances of substance abuse, a stint in jail and getting kicked out of Daddy's band, combined with that wholesome country boy twang, old southern gentlemen charm and effortlessly soulful all-american sound, this bad boy is just sweet enough to make your knees weak. Or at least mine, considering I collapsed about 10 minutes ago and have no intention of getting up until I've rubbed one out. (figuratively speaking, of course) Don't you just love that goofy grin?