“Christ Almighty!” I quote myself here, with my immediate reaction when I followed the link that Sahraobsessed had thankfully alerted me of via Twitter. You may imagine that exclamation at about lawn mower decibels with a measure of post-marathon breathlessness thrown in. Oh, and of course with the same tone of incredulity that a 7-nil soccer win against Brazil elicits *ggg*. Many, many curses are currently floating around in my brain in reaction to the images. “What the f*ck, man???” is actually the tamest one of them all. 😀 Ok, Guylty, hold it together and do your duty now.
How extraordinarily fortunate that I had started researching for an *ooof* on Wednesday – and lo and behold – for the image that adorns the offensive ST article… Well, ditch that image (which I am not *that* fond of, anyway) and instead choose a triple *ooof* from the rest of the images that are the result of the same shoot. And let me add here that I am more than glad to have been pointed to the rest of the images (initially discovered by RA Bulgaria on FB, if I am reliably informed). If not, my verdict of the photographer may have been unjust. Not to mention I would have missed the unbelievable hotness sultry suggestiveness of the whole shoot.
Arsitage photographed by Francesco Guidicini for The Sunday Times (2014)
My breath hitches and my pulse peaks upon seeing this image again. Really, A needs a license for a pose like that. Especially in combination with *that* stare and *that* pair of trousers. UNF. Only to be used sparingly and not to be applied during night-time. *fans herself* Ok, but all the drooling aside, let’s have a proper look at Mr Bootsy-Booty. Dressed in a white casual shirt, green knee-padded trousers and black combat boots, Mr A is lounging quite suggestively on a grey squishy sofa. While leaning back into a corner of the sofa, resting his left arm on the arm rest, A has placed his right foot on the couch, holding on to his shin with his right hand. The pose is a rather “open” one *coughs*: Our gaze has unrestricted access to… well… his “centre of attention”, really, because he has opened his thighs for the relaxed pose. Also visible in the image is the back wall with a doorway towards the left, a floral black-on-grey/blue wallpaper, a star burst mirror and a silver console table.
What we see here is a pretty typical example of a portrait shoot commissioned by a newspaper for an article. We have the subject put into some sort of context on location – the location being the place where (most likely) the journalist who was writing the required article interviewed the subject. We already know from the ST article that the journalist interviewed RA in his dressing room, i.e. in his current place of work, The Old Vic theatre in London. She made mention of a pair of “fashionable green reinterpretation of (…) motorcycle trousers”, too, so we can assume that the photo shoot took place the same day that the journalist met Mr A for her interview with him.
The series of photos by Francesco Guidicini is a classic example of a photographer putting an impromptu location to use for a newspaper feature. Three options: a) The photographer may look for a neutral background, preferably with monochrome walls against which the subject may be placed. b) The subject could be placed in a context that fits his job (for instance the images by Lefteris Pitarakis that appeared in the Washington Post and show A posing in the auditorium). c) The photographer can rearrange a predominantly busy background or place his subject within a busy setting in such a way that the the composition is still pleasant and interesting. The way his job works, the photographer will not have much time to get the shots in the bag. He has a deadline for submission – and his subject is most likely not available for hours of shooting. What ensues is some manic furniture rearranging and man-handling the subject from spot A to spot B.
The location Guidicini had to work with, an upstairs foyer in the Old Vic, was not that easy: The wallpaper is extremely busy with a black, frilly floral pattern. There is not much wall space either, because there is a bar at one end of the foyer space, a large staircase at the other, and a row of tall windows opposite the wall-papered wall. As a little extra-challenge – because frankly, photographing is suuuuuuch an easy business… – the wall features a large star burst mirror, which will show a reflection, no matter which side the photographer finally chooses to shoot from. Add to that the usual problem of cross-lighting from different light sources (daylight from the windows, tungsten light from the wall sconces and the ceiling light, flash), and you have a challenge even before you have to deal with a capricious celebrity.
And not only that. For a press shoot like this one, there is no entourage of stylists, make-up-artists and scarf-fluffers on set. This is pretty much a documentary shot – of A *that* day, *that* time, in *that* location. No professional thought has been spared on his look (presumably Mr A has “dressed himself” again and not badly, lest you should think I don’t like his get-up) – and hence the casual rocker look does not really match the location that was prescribed for the shoot. Padded motorcycle trousers and chunky combat boots in front of frilly wallpapers and delicate silver console tables? Contradictory! I would expect the back alley, a plain rehearsal room, a corner in the wings. This way, A stands out more than he should in these images, a foreign body outside of its usual habitat.
The bounty from the shoot, however, is plentiful. Twelve images are accessible at the syndication service Profile, and each and every one of them is *ooof*-worthy – there is profile porn, smoulder shots, long legs love, body power etc. and all of them illustrate the points I have made so far. So is this the best one? No. Beauty and truth are in the eye of the beholder. I do not, for instance, think that this image is a portrait of the man as such. To me this looks like an image that has been “acted” rather than posed. This is a critical assessment entirely based on *my* interpretation of what *I* believe he is like. Yes, I still cling to the rather innocent view of RA as a modest, unassertive, “normal” man (hello Ms Gold 😀 *waves*), and the in-your-face sultryness and sex-pot poses that draw attention to sexual markers such as groin, arse, thighs, legs, hairy forearms, just do not look like RA to me. Hell, yes, of course he may have changed. He’s reported to “know what he is selling”- a statement that speaks of confidence in his own worth, his abilities and his bankability as an actor. And even though Mr A (in the same interview) still refuses to accept that he is particularly attractive, he no doubt has learnt that his looks are one of the attractions he can sell. So maybe this *is* his new persona – the alpha male launching a devastating attack on ovaries world-wide? I simply don’t believe that. I don’t think that the shoot exemplifies a new confidence or a different attitude towards photoshoots on his part. To me he is channeling his current character’s personality in the shoot – a proud man, unafraid, slightly on the defense, assertive, impressive. To me, this is more Proctor than A. Or more “actor” than “man”.
“R___?” The soft knock on the door to the dressing room caused the man to look up from the manuscript he had buried his nose in. He cleared his throat. “Yes?” “Just to let you know the journalist has arrived”, a muffled voice spoke through the door. “She’s got a photographer in tow, too. They are waiting downstairs. Whenever you are ready…” Ah yes, an interview request. There had been quite a few of them recently as the play he was starring in was heading towards premiere night. He sighed and closed the manuscript with a resolute thud. Getting up from his chair he adjusted his waistband and cleared his throat.
A critical look at himself in the mirror revealed a middle-aged, tall grump. Oh dear. Interview mode, A___, interview! He moved closer to the mirror, peering closely into his own eyes. There was already a backlog of exhaustion in his face, from several weeks of intense rehearsing, and the strain of the first week of previews. Three and a half hours of live acting, under the scrutiny of an audience, his name in big letters over the door. He felt the responsibility heavily on his shoulders. The director was still adjusting the play to its final version, which meant constant re-learning of the stage directions and intense concentration on his co-stars for the lines and actions that would prompt his. Christ,I look knackered, he exhaled. No. I look my age. He huffed at the indignation of the inexorable advancing of his age. At least I am wearing my biker outfit today. That should shave at least ten years off. He patted his green trousers with a smug smile.
Good thing I had the beard and hair dyed again last week… His gaze moved over his face – tolerably handsome, forehead too angular, villainous. How did he ever procure the part of such an inherently good man as Proctor??? Ah yes, the man had a blemished past. Of course that required a scary face. Porter. Thorin. Thornton. Gisborne. Men with definite shadow. A smirk fluttered over his mien. A man with *eye* shadow! He chuckled at the memory of the heavily eye-lined medieval knight. Hang on. He reached out for the jar of make-up utensils that stood on his dressing table. After a rummage he found what he needed – a soft, black kohl pencil. Leaning closer to the mirror he accentuated the shape of his eyes with the black eyeliner. Thank goodness the eyelashes had been part of the whole-body hair-dyeing procedure in preparation for the run of the show. Personally, he would’ve drawn the line beneath his chin, but the make-up artist in charge had insisted on applying the dark colour to his chest hair, too, claiming it had to match his face for the shirtless scene…
The paintwork finished, he leaned back to get a look at himself in the mirror. Not too bad – the look had “cool” written all over him from the peaks of his widows to the steel caps of his boots. “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the sexiest of them all?” he intoned into the sparkling looking glass over his dressing table. “Famed is thy smoulder, my King. But hold, a sultrier man I see. Scars cannot hide his sexy grace. Alas, he is more sultry than thee.” He jumped at the mirror’s answer – but not for the extraordinary rarity of being spoken to by an inanimate object, but for the impudent reply. “Sexier? I’ll give you sultry!” With an angry hiss he turned around and exited through his dressing room door.
He found the journalist in the front of house bar on the first floor. “Hi, my name is R___”, he boomed into the empty room. Then he fell into the corner of the squishy sofa and made himself comfortable. “Ask away”, he purred as he adjusted his right foot on the sofa and slowly spread his legs…
Guylty Pleasure 
Between these pics and the Esquire vid… I’m hunting my inhaler. God, he makes it hurt to breathe.
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LOL. BTW: Can I use an inhaler prophylactically? Luckily not an asthma sufferer, but I feel naked and disadvantaged without an inhaler now…
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Nur, wenn du zusätzlich noch zitternde Hände haben möchtest.
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Kann ja kaum noch schlimmer werden…
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I declare armistice, my ovaries have officially surrendered due to superiority of the enemy forces. Detailed clauses, restrictions, reparations and guarantees to follow.
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Hahaha, yes, this was a particularly vicious attack on the ovaries. I am not sure whether it is covered by the Geneva Convention. I definitely want to apply for reparations as well.
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Repatations? Such as …? *coughs*
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Oh, I’d be happy with a dinner 😀
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Usually is the winner who enjoys the reparations and the loser pays. Most willingly, in this case. 😉
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Reblogged this on jollytr62 and commented:
Guylty knocks it out of the park … again
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Thanks for the re-blog!! Oh, and before I knocked it out of the park, he certainly knocked me out, period. Hot damn.
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Reblogged this on zee's muse and commented:
I’m so dead. I can’t find my inhaler and breathing is impossible. So is ovulating, apparently…
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Thanks for the reblog and LOL – ovulating is overrated, anyway 😉
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heh!
btw… you have something from me in your emailbox… labeled ‘Manna’…
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Oh damn – I meant to reply.. Will do!
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Sweetie – it’s okay…. didn’t know if you saw it or got it is all.
Of course next installment, it will be business as usual!
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😀 just replied. And: Can’t wait to get back to business as usual!
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I won’t comment the furniture and the moquette… nothing, ok, shut up micra. But Richard… just like with the “interview” itself, he was able to do a miracle. To be beautiful in a horrible context. Not the photographer’s fault of course, the location is a nightmare.
The photosession was indeed found by Eni of RABulgaria. That also found the Esquire video. Bless her.
And the ficlet… I think you are not that far from reality!
Thanks as usual for a very nice and much needed *ooof* dear Guylty 🙂
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I think you are spot on there “The location is a nightmare”. Totally agree. And am just surprised that the photographer didn’t place RA against the stair well or the bar. Would’ve been nicer in terms of colours and somehow less distracting etc. But well, I am niggling. The important point is the sultryness of the man, and *that* is the biggest surprise of this shoot. I don’t think I have ever seen him so consistently in-your-face sultry in any shoot before… What was different this time?
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What was different?
– Proctor?
– being “home” (in more than one meaning)?
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Agree!
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I will never understand why they used that location, really. But he’s so handsome and powerful he can almost let forget the things around him.
What was different this time? Ah, it’s a mix between Richard and Proctor, maybe. He was in full rehearsal, he was physically entering the role. But I think Richard has something new in him, a new confidence in himself that you can feel in his eyes. That said, at stage door he is the usual gentleman, nice, calm Richard we always loved. 🙂
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IDK, we’ve been granting him new confidence for a year and a half at this stage… Maybe he is also older and cheekier. He honestly couldn’t have meant this seriously…
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He’s killing me. Thanks for the *ooof*!
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So sorry you are dead 🙂 Meet you in fandom heaven, Tree 😀
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Rofl! I think the shoot goes nicely with the interview, enough said. But three things saved it: your ficlet, Mr. Ever professional and gorgeous, and the trousers. Any following comments would have to be censored. Beep!
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ROFL – I wish you hadn’t censored the rest. I am quite curious. (You know my e-mail *ggg*). As for the trousers: Definitely a fan. I love the casual look much more than suits. And boy, those slim trousers in the combat boots? Very nice, very casual, very up-to-date. Congrats Mr A – your fashion sense is not that bad!
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Reblogged this on richardtreehouse and commented:
A must read Guylty *ooof*!
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Thanks for re-blogging! xx
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I don’t haver much to say, except “What is breathing, I don’t know anymore, with this man” and “Now that’s an article that frigging rocks”. Love the logic in your reasoning, and the ficlet, with seems very close to reality indeed. ❤
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Hehehe, oh, I so know what you mean, Bundus. I had trouble concentrating on my text. I had to shut my notebook (with the printed image) in order to write coherently (and I wasn’t even that good at it… slight tendency to ramble). The ficlet, OTOH, almost wrote itself. hell, I suppose when we write, we write from the heart. Or somewhere slightly lower… Thanks for commenting!
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Gaasppp, these pics are an insult and affront.
Only recently I noticed that I have recovered from the heavy fangirlingmode I had gone through the last year and there is still hope for me. And now this……*heavybreathing*
But to be honest – my first thought was “you must not put your shoes on the sofa!”.
Second thought: this is an inappropriate pose. Adjust your legs.
Third thought: thud and hyperventilation
Childhood conditioning is hard to overcome.
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Well, what does this image tell us? Bad boys put their shoes on the sofa. And what else do bad boys do? They provoke with indecent poses, they shove their privates into our faces, and the look suggestively sultry… Oh, I like bad boys *ggg* – even if they are just a front.
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1. Nettes Oxymoron, der Titel.
2. Was für ein böser, böser Spiegel … Guylty, wie konntest du nur?!
3. Bei der Szenerie passen zwei Dinge überhaupt nicht: Der Teppich zu der Tapete? *schauder* Und der Spiegel ist sowieso von ausgemachter Scheußlichkeit.
Zum Glück haben wir den Macho im Bildmittelpunkt. Ich jedenfalls kann nicht den Hintergrund betrachten und gleichzeitig empört fordern, dass er gefälligst die dreckigen Schuhe von der sauberen Couch nehmen soll.
4. Ich hab’ seit gestern gegrübelt, woran mich die Hose erinnert. – Eben ist es mir eingefallen: Ich hatte als Teenager mal, wenn die Farbwiedergabe einigermaßen korrekt ist, ein Sweatshirt in dieser Farbe (einen Tick dunkler), mit Cord-Patches an den Ellbogen sowie auf der linken Brustseite, wo auch ein Reißverschluss aufgesetzt war.
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*kicher* Nur ein Armitage kann seinen Arsitage von vorne zeigen…
Ja, der Spiegel war schon ziemlich gemein zum kleinen Richard. Aber der kann das ab, wie wir ja sehen. Allein schon wie der böse Bube seine besten Körperteile in Szene setzt, zeigt, wie gut er bös sein kann 😉 Der Teppich ist in der Tat fies- die ganze Location. Wirklich, ich verstehe nciht, was das sollte… Aber naja, Richard hat’s dann ja wieder rausgerissen.
Und LOL – dann bist du ja quasi fast im Partnerlook mit Richie?
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Ach, der Teppich ist schon in Ordnung. Typisch für Örtlichkeiten mit vielen Besuchern: Gedämpfte, eher dunkle Farben, aber lebendig genug, um nicht jeden Fleck auffallen zu lassen. Nur die Kombination mit der Tapete ist … ähem.
Aber vermutlich war das einfach der beste verfügbare Platz.
Partnerlook? Nun ja … Am Bart arbeite ich noch … Okay, der Pulli war vor einigen Jahren, aber solche Farben mag – und trag’ – ich immer noch.
Mir hat auch RAs Hemd mit dem schwarzen Streifen am Kragen gefallen (womit ich wohl ziemlich allein stehe). Das würde ich gerne mal komplett sehen; ich vermute, es hat auch Streifen an den Manschetten und an der Brusttasche (wenn vorhanden).
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Absolutely loved this read 🙂 Thanks for writing this up so quickly 😀 I agree, it seems much more like Proctor to me too. Anyways….you got me at: “At least I am wearing my biker outfit today. That should shave at least ten years off. He patted his green trousers with a smug smile.” How soon that smile was turned upside down, haha. Poor Richie, he probably went home that day cursing at himself for wearing those pants, LOL. OMG and the eyeliner, ROFL. I love your ficlets! Awwww S, you brighten up my day ❤ I'm glad you're back! 🙂
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“so quickly”??? Oh, D – you have no idea! Inside I have been seething these last two days. I started the *ooof* on Wednesday – and was interrupted, distracted, called away for most of Thursday and Friday. I felt the resentment build in me, and so I finally just ignored RL and wrote the thing up. Funnily, the ficlet really wrote itself. I wonder what that means 😀
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ummm that this man has taken over our ovaries, mind, and senses, of course! 😛 Hmmm, I opened a new tub of raspberry sorbet….it looks funny….and yet I’m still eating it…………………………..
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It really is impossible to make the man look bad, but I am just not into this photo shoot. And I haven’t read the article yet. Heard much about it (well enough.) But I have not much spare time these days and I loathe online publications that force your hand to subscribe. So the Sunday Times can kiss my Arsitage. 🙂
But the Esquire video sent me into the stratosphere, so…I’m all good.
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The photoshoot is marred by the busy and far too colourful location that neither matches RA’s clothes in colour nor in style. Plus, to me this really looks like RA acting rather than being, so I understand where you are coming from. Mind you, the sultryness, the smoulder, the in-your-face sexiness does work on me. I am just an animal *ggg*
The video is delicious in a totally different way – very classy, very understated. There is something to it that really touches me – no sultry look, no sex-pot posing. Acted, too, but there is the man visible in the act, much more than in this shoot…
As for the article – you are not missing much by not reading it. But you also won’t really get hurt if you do.
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You’ve said it exactly, especially about the man being “visible” in the Esquire video. And it’s not just the elegance. It feels like he is really getting dressed, and not just for us (even if he actually is.) For the Times shoot – the gaudy hotel background aside – he feels placed like another “thing.”
Oh well…can’t win ’em all. 🙂
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I have to watch the Esquire vid again – haven’t really taken it all in 😀 (ok, yes. that’s just an excuse)
As for the location – that’s the Old Vic, not a hotel, btw. It’s one of the bars in the theatre. Very gaudy, as you said… and not that suitable, I agree. And yet – oh, with RA in it, I am willing to overlook almost any fault *ggg* Looks as if he wins me every time. I am rather easy 🙂
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Oh. That makes sense. A bar like a brothel – things likely look better with the lights low. 😉
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Brothel *eeeek*. But yeah, the interior design is a bit plush..
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Ever been to Vegas? Lots of bars and lounges look like that. I guess plush is a word for it. 🙂
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I better not go to Vegas then 😀
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Doing a happy dance in your honor. Yea! you are back. Loved the ficlet. I interviewed his biker pants at the dry cleaners later. “Richard and I wanted to make a statement that we are bad ass. Unfortunately. we confused spread the love with spread the legs. We apologize if we offended any innocent well-wishers. We did, however put the big black boot on the fancy velvet sofa because we are hardcore. Deal with it.”
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ROFL! This is brilliant! 😀 Thanks for sharing ❤
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🙂
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LOL, Kathy. I’d love to hear more from the biker pants, after all they have a real insider’s view of the man!
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Caught up with biker pants for followup and was assaulted by crotchety attitude. ” Dude, I cannot dibulge (oops, divulge) any inside information about what goes on between the man and his pants, or what is in his pants, for that matter. The biker code forbids it. 🙂
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You are so bad…. but I love it 🙂
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I was just thinking of this RA in one of your RAPS : obviously due to his long legs, the left one would remain out of the too little box ! LOL. I don’t know if he received the journalist posing like this but I can understand her now. Have a piece of art like this in front of you and try to write coherent words or even an intelligent sentence : I don’t think I would be able to do it ! He is incredible and your “ooof” is perfect.
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Hehe you are right, Katia – RA is oversized. I need a few large tins if I want to get him in…
And I sure hope my ficlet scenario is entirely fictitious!!!
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Guylty – I really have missed you! In case I haven’t mentioned before…. 🙂
And you’re right, this pic does definitely- cough- jump out at you from this shoot… in more ways than one!
“Hardcore” is definitely a great word for his vibe… to borrow from Kathy J. Quite in our face (pun intended 🙂
with his style clashing with the fussy surroundings…. and though he’s not smiling, I think he enjoys pushing that clash.
I’m still not in love with the shoot as a whole, but this and several others qualify as keepers.
Mmm mmm mmm ….. Richard Armitage, man of mystery – wondering, what will we get next?!?
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Hardcore man of mystery alright! 🙂 I like the shoot only for the complete overemphasis of the sultryness. It makes me smile.,,
Thanks for the welcome back..,
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Great ooof, Guylty- it’s astounding when you compare this Richard to the clean cut, benign image of the photoshoot with the grey cardigan in late 2012, it’s it? This man really can pull off animal magnetism and raw power, as many of the theatre reviewers have noted.
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The decent but attractive professor vs the sexy but bad biker? *ggg* I like the extremes and version 2 is very tempting but maybe less compatible with day-to-day life 😉 But it gets the imagination going. Good bad boy 😀
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KatharineD said a mouthful there — I was just thinking the same thing while reading this, and while looking at these images earlier — in fact, I had to open one of the earlier, Benign!Richard shots next to one of these for comparison/contrast. It was fascinating. :} Personally, I like my Richards more cozy than smoldery, but thankfully, there’s plenty of Richards to go around. ❤
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A Richard for any occasion. This one’s more for the darker hours, I think, while grey cardigan Richard is the ideal accompaniment for dinner with the parents 😉
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Ugh. That should have been, “there are plenty of Richards to go around”. lol I couldn’t have gone to bed with that on my conscience.
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Shame on Kevin Spacey for allowing this decor at the Old Vic! I was under the impression that he had good taste. Yuck. The only object I like in the room is the sofa. That velvet fabric is fodder for a few ideas…*cough*
Anyway…what was I going to say? Oh, yes! With this picture, Armitage has most definitely taken the throne from Tom “I frequently sit like a whore” Hiddleston. Not only is he literally leaving his manhood on display, but he’s using his left leg to frame his lower body into the shape of an elongated, open heart, by turning his foot inward! Unbelievable. Gorgeous b^%$#&*!
I believe the picture is him; just a side we don’t often see. Richard may still be polite, charming and sweet to his fans, but by his own assertion he is no longer shy – and Leo men tend to be very sexual; King of the Jungle and all that jazz. We all know he can turn it on if he wants to, and that animalistic, raw, primal, erotic energy with undertones of danger – the surge of watchful energy fueled by adrenaline, which sends the message he is about to leap and grab his prey – it’s there in that photoshoot, most definitely in this picture. Richard is Our King, and he will not let us forget it.
Now I need to go grab a tall drink of water to see if I can cool down after this OOOF. Lots of ice!!!!
Love you, S! It’s good to have you back. ;D
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Hey B, I agree with the background. It’s so tacky and ugly…I don’t know what to think of it, haha. As to Richard…..I wouldn’t complain if we see more of him and his…assets 😛 *dies in shame*
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Yes, the decor makes me think of a line from one of my favorite movies, ‘You’ve Got Mail’. Joe Fox – the character Tom Hanks plays in the movie – says it to Kathleen Kennedy (Meg Ryan) during an online chat:
Joe Fox: My father’s getting married again. For the past five years he’s been living with a woman named Gillian, who studied decorating at Caesar’s Palace.
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I think Gillian decorated The Old Vic!~ ;D
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LOL! Yep, not really a compliment… I am slightly surprised that the Old Vic has such an OTT decor… Somehow I always assumed it was one of the distinguished, pared-back kind of places, too confident of its own worth and status than to make bold statements with wallpapers and sofas…
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Thanks, B, and I loved your well-worded description of RA. Hot 😀
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Not to be picky, but…I find the image a little blurry and indiscernible around the r in that watermark. Can someone PLEASE get us a high-res file without watermark? Please?!?
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*ggg*
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Glad to have you back, guylty! And this special ooof, of course. These photos leave me slightly ambivalent … From “please remove your feet from the sofa” (;-)) to “Oh, my” and “why?”. Can’t say they are not attractive, in parts … apart from the background, of course. Some poses are odd, especially where he lies.
Anyway you expressed the ambivalence of the photo(s) perfectly – it’s John Proctor facing us here, not Richard Armitage! Lovely ficlet as usual – although I had to smirk imagining him putting eyeliner on. 😀 Thank you!!
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I am really amused by the fact that some of us (particularly the Germans) are initially indignant about the boots on the sofa. Me included. Good middle class upbringing?! I thought Richard had that, too???
The eyeliner was a total Guy love thing…
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Maybe he’s only playing the bad boy, but those ARE his boots!!
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Great taste in boots, as usual. But it’s the combo with the tucked in biker trousers that gets me… He can play the bad boy any time…
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I just re-read your *ooof* and enjoyed it all over again. I burst out laughing at “(hello Ms Gold 😀 *waves*).”
The paragraph that started with “A critical look at himself in the mirror revealed a middle-aged, tall grump.” got me thinking. Many people have mentioned the length of the play but as you point out that is a lot to remember. As it was still being tweaked it meant re-learning new things (blocking, etc) every night, up to 3 1/2 hours worth! I suddenly had more respect for actors in thinking about it. How the hell do you remember which version and do it flawlessly? Also, you mentioned the pressure on him as the headliner. That certainly had to be a crazy weight on his shoulders. It makes me think of him differently. With more respect if that is possible.
I have missed you! As usual you have made me laugh and think. I can’t ask for more than that.
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I have a lot of respect for actors, and especially so since I acted amateurishly in a video for a friend. Multitasking hell!!!!
Glad to be back, too! Thank you, Tree!!!
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I did a little modeling in my younger days and that was hellish! One day in particular it was very cold and windy and I was supposed to look happy and relaxed. Luckily I didn’t have to speak; acting must be 1,000 times harder.
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I just realized it sounded like I was a model. I was NOT. One day I did an all day shoot for Kodak (the cold one) because my parents were friends with the photographer. One day I modeled all day for a photography class at RIT; I can’t remember how that one happened. Two days: grand total of my modeling experience 🙂
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Hello, hello…..he slowly spreads his legs……….. Ich meine ja nur…..(the whole ME groans / mein ICH ächzt und stöhnt!!!)
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Hehe *evillaugh* I know 😉
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Love the boots. I just don’t know about the rest, this photo and the rest of the photos. Some of them have him in odd poses or at lest I think.
I like the *ooof* let and the guyliner. Smoldering Guy what’s not to love. Read this post last night but could not comment till tonight, so I had sometime to like about it.
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The whole thing is certainly “different”, and as such we need to get used to the idea. The good thing is that we can be selective – and forget that this ever existed 😉
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There’s a decadence to the set-up/style of this photo that I personally don’t care for.
That said, RA can wind me up any way he likes.
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😀 The decadence of the location is not my cup of tea at all, agreed. The juxtaposition of the decadence (frilly wallpaper, sparkly mirror and console table, plush sofa) with the subject, however, (combat boots, biker pants, hot gaze and provocative pose) is quite delicious. I wonder whether this might have looked better if desaturated into b/w??
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Oooh, it might! 🙂
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So, jetzt ich auch noch: hör mal, das ist doch Spreizitage (opentage/spreaditage), denn vom Arsch sehe ich persönlich garnicht soviel. Ich bin schon vorher schwer abgelenkt und verstört 😀
Und deine Verkabelung für die Totalüberwachung war auch erfolgreich, wie ich lese. Echt ALLES was an Haaren an ihm hängt ist gefärbt? Echt jetzt? *anzüglich grins*
Was mir bei den Restbildern noch aufgefallen ist: es funktioniert doch immer wieder, wenn man ein bisschen trickst: man nehme einen deutlich zu kleinen Stuhl und fülle ihn mit GAAAANZ viel Armitage. So bekommt der ganze Kerle nochmal mehr Größe. Denn wie ich jetzt weiß ( nota bene!) ist er garnicht sooooo der Hüne. Pft, 1,87cm, also mal ehrlich! Jedenfalls fand ich das mit dem Stuhl irgendwie albern. Ansonsten glaube ich wie du an die innocent-Variante. Aber das mit dem gewachsenen Selbstbewusstsein ist sicher richtig. Darf es jetzt auch langsam mal sein. Und wenn er sich dann noch daran gewöhnt, dass er schon irgendwie, also manchmal vielleicht doch auch ein wenig, wenn auch nur ein bisschen und dann vielleicht doch nur aus Versehen gut aussieht (atemlose Pause), dann wird am langen Ende alles gut. 🙂
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Doch, da ist Arsitage! Und zwar die rechte Hälfte seines Schinkens. Das scheint wohl auch seine bevorzugte Lage zu sein, man vergleiche mal hier: http://meandrichard.wordpress.com/2013/10/15/ooof-heres-looking-at-you-armitage-2/
Das mit den 1,87 m hab ich ja schon immer gesagt – finde ich nun nicht so beeindruckend groß. Man sieht daran immerhin, dass die anderen Leute im Showbiz offensichtlich Zwerge sein müssen, so wie er die mit seinen 1,87 überragt… (Ich hab das neulich auch mal ausgetestet und mich neben den 1,87m großen Freund meiner Kusine gestellt. Mensch, ich geh dem ja locker bis an die Schulter… das ist doch nicht groß (aber perfekt ansonsten 😀 )
Weiß gar nicht wie innocent das Ganze wirklich ist. Ich mein, wenn mir ein Fotograf sagt “Leg dich da mal hin und mach die Beine breit” *hüstel*, nun ja… ich glaube, ich hätte dann schon eine Ahnung, wie das aussieht und würde mich ggf. wehren, wenn ich das nicht will…
Ich wünsche dem Schätzeken, dass er sich ein kleines bisschen seines guten Aussehens bewusster wird. Aber nur ein kleines bisschen. Nur nicht ganz bewusst. Sonst mag ich ihn nicht mehr 😀
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Kreisch: wir ticken alle gleich. Habe mich auch letzte Woche mal probehalber neben ein kollegiales Vergleichsexemplar gestellt. Nur so zur Visuslisierung des Ernstfalles * hust*
Eine Begegnung auf Augenhöhe für mich 🙂
Also dann doch Teilarsitage. Oder Flegelitage? Meine Oma hätte gesagt: runter mit den Füßen vom Sofa!!!
Du hast recht , wir sollten ihn als Erwachsenen sehen, der sehr wohl weiß was Körpersprache bedeutet. Und diese Pose sagt ganz sicher nicht: lass uns Blümchen pflücken……( wobei *anzüglich grins*)
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Glad you’re back!
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Only back intermittently, it seems. Many demands on me from maternal despot… Only one more week…
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hugs.
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received and needed. (today was the burial of the ashes)
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then have a few more hugs (we haven’t done that yet).
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*ggg*
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Oh hugs hugs hugs sweetie. I think both of our mothers were cut from the same cloth.
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I sometimes wonder whether *all* mothers are cut from the same cloths. Including myself *eeeeeeeeeeek* 😉
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That is my worst nightmare.
Years ago, Jefferson Starship toured and their motto for that tour was – We are your worst nightmare! We ARE your parents!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!
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Scary thought. I just hope that by the time I am in my mum’s position I will not have forgotten what this felt like…
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G – Isn’t that an oxymoron (even in benevolent terms 🙂 ….
and I must admit “I resemble that remark” too.
You and yours still in my thoughts and prayers. S
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Good night nurse…. I meant “redundant”, not oxymoron….
and it’s 12:30 in the afternoon, I can’t even think of a good excuse!
Oy veh…
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I thought oxymoron was pretty fitting :-D.
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🙂 In my life, I find myself dancing to the tune that’s playing, and wearing the shoe that fits today…. and sometimes it’s a different one on each foot…. maybe I’m happier that way (and bonus, it keeps them all guessing).
More hugs, and pass one along from me to your loving “maternal despot” (I LOVE that) whenever she needs it the most.
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I must remember this. Both the “dancing to the tune” as well as the hugs. If I pass them on when she most needs them, it’s probably a time when I have annoyed her with something. It might help us overcome the occasional difficulties… Thanks!!!
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❤
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Total oxymoron! But well, the situation is extreme, and I know I have to be patient… Who knows what I would be like? Thanks for thinking of me ❤
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