Perhaps it is the pragmatist deep inside that looks at most runway collections (especially Paris) and just cannot really love any of them. Occasionally that is not the case, but as much as I love the colours here and the decolletage and waist, the rest just looks like someone was running late with a bad hangover and…

Is it just me, or should the government regulate who is qualified to inject neurotoxins into live bodies?

Well, part of the hottiness is that he is so involved with his son and could not care less about anyone or anything else.

Wow, no pressure, eh?