So there's chiseled and then there's just Marc Anthony. And in his case, I'm afraid we're leaning toward the vampire variety. Here are Keira and her boyfriend, Rupert the-guy-who-was-in-Pride-&-Prejudice-with-her-and-I-don't-care-enough-to-remember-his-name, out for an evening of boozing in London the other night. Here they are again on a casual stroll the same weekend. Although I'm assuming it's the same dude, he seems really really different in the daylight shots. Hideously so. Like 70s porn star player pimp. Yeah - I'd totally do him.
Anyway, I hear they are completely taken with each other. And that she can barely stand to be away from him. I also hear that they like to indulge. And what else do you think rich famous 20 year olds like to indulge in? Thing is - Keira seems to be able to hold her sh*t together in spite of the wildness. Unlike my girl Lindsay who looks a year older every time she nails a new guy.
As for Keira's club ensemble? I'm all over the 80s and hey - I can even accept the granny jumper/leotard thing because there's something about being young in London that gives you carte blanche to experiment. But I draw the line at tights and open toe shoes. Quite possibly The.Most.Unforgiveable fashion crime known to women and gays everywhere. Bad form Keira. Bad form.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
