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Fug File: Man Fugs
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Or, your afternoon lepidoptera fix. Sweet, sweet Nick. You are the Monarch of Blazer Madness, in EVERY way.
Let us not pretend we are above ogling Mr. Jon Snow here. (GQ has other shots, by the way, including one of Harington Looking Hot in Sunglasses.) I suppose I am not the target market for Expensive Men’s Kicks, but I’m not really paying attention to the shoes:
I mean, obviously I’m distracted by that enormous and bizarre lamp and wondering why Kit Harington is hanging out in a hotel lobby in 2oo5 and how can I get back in time to talk to him about….stuff. (I’m sorry, Jimmy Choo. I just don’t know why no one said, “that insane light fixture is really drawing focus, you guys.” And to the one person who DID say that and got overruled, who is reading this now: I HAVE YOUR BACK, FRIEND.)
The cologne ad is more straight-forward:
HANG ON TO YOUR DISEMBODIED LADY’S LEGS, YOU’RE GONNA SMELL GREAT.
[Photos: Jimmy Choo]