Hunter Parrish goes all doe-eyed in Us (July 16, 2012). More man meat after the jump...
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On my way to work, I stumbled into the Broadway Flea Market—I forget about it every year, then always enjoy it so much when I find myself at it.
This year, I arrived with $3 in my pocket, which is deadly considering the tables sagging with fun ephemera, autographs, old magazines, mementos and other junque. Making my way through, I spotted a silver-looking box that was engraved "Jane MAME Angie 1966-1968" and immediately regretted not having money. The dates matched up to the original Broadway production of Mame. I went to get some, came back...and it was gone. So annoyed. But then I just got it in my head that it wasn't gone and dug around a bit and sure enough it had been buried under a bunch of worthless VHS cassettes. It was mine for $5. Not sure, but it seems like a gift to an original cast member, and it says "Reed & Barton The World's Finest Silverplate" on the bottom. Angela Lansbury could be the "Angie"—she did the show from 1966 to 1968. A Jane Connell was also in the show. Intriguing.
Forty-year-old Italian racecar river Kristian Ghedina pops his cork and braves the cold in Italian Vanity Fair (17 Febbraio, 2010), above. Below, (March 2010) profiles several of the sexiest most promising young actors of the moment:
More after the jump...
Hunter Parrish is shot by Doug Inglish for Vman (Winter 2009). In the interview—which points out that he was raised in a "conservative Christian household"—he admits he turned down a "beautiful story" that nonetheless went against his grain:
"Its content was something I wasn't comfortable doing. It was a little racy for me. I had to perform a lot of sexual acts. It wasn't like a porno, but it was really graphic. It was really heavy. I can't compromise myself or my beliefs, who I am at this moment, for my work. You have to go where your heart's at."
He's also never smoked pot despite starring on Weeds.
I'm gonna call it now—within the next decade, all the biggest stars in their twenties will be right-wingers. Just a trend I see among many, many young performers.
I like Johnny Depp fine, but "Sexiest Man Alive"? Nope. (Noticing the filler in his cheeks on the cover, too. Hm.) I prefer these also-rans from the same issue, starting with Ryan Reynolds (above) and Gilles Marini (below):
Star (June 15, 2009) generously offers Twilight star Kellan Lutz (who was in the first movie for about five seconds yet, like the rest of the cast, became famous overnight by association) jogging with his dog in very few clothes. But why the sockhat in L.A.? Regardless, I would have thought twice about the headline, "Let 'Er Rip!"
BlackBook (December/January 2009) takes a gamble that pays off, featuring sexy Hunter Parrish (Weeds, 17 Again) and Sebastian Stan (something called Kings on NBC):