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Amaranthine Armitage: an unfading beauty


There are legends that tell of a flower, the amaranth, possessing a blossom that never fades. From that root we get the word amaranthine–an undying, unfading beauty.

I think there has always been beauty in Richard Armitage’s visage. A beauty hinted out, promised, not yet fully realized; beauty, nonetheless, of a coltish kind. Those eyes are so arresting and speak of an intelligence and sensitivity within.  And that smile. Shy and so sweet.

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It’s a rather unique beauty, not of the cookie cutter type. Nothing assembly line about Mr. A’s good looks.  The strong, aquiline nose, thin, delicate lips, elfin ears, gazelline neck–features into which he had to grow.



As he has grown older, Richard has simply gotten better. Not only has his talent flourished, his good looks have, too. Just when you think the man couldn’t possibly become more attractive, he manages to do just that. The lines and crinkles, the flecks of grey in his hair, all come together to give that handsome face even more strength and character.  It seems to speak of a man who knows how to live, learn and love well.

Amaranthine Armitage. Long may his unfading beauty continue to delight us.


Crow’s feet have never looked better


Today’s selection from A.Word.A.Day is crow’s feet. I think we all know what the phrase refers to, but just in case you don’t, here’s the definition:

Crow’s feet (noun) wrinkles in skin around the outer corner of the eyes.

I’ll be honest. I’m trying to ward away the crow’s feet from my own eyes. Oh, I know it’s inevitable I will get (more) wrinkles; goodness knows I have no desire to possess one of those plastic faces devoid of all expression. But I do use eye cream, following in the footsteps of my mom who always encouraged us to moisturize. I wear sunglasses to protect my light-sensitive eyes from squinting. I guess I hope to age gracefully.

But certain things I don’t like about my own appearance–such as that spare hunk of flesh under my chin that screams “matronly” or the incipient wrinkles–I adore when it’s part of Mr. A’s visage. The gorgeous young man who played the flirty-girty lifeguard has more–character in that handsome face now.

In some of his studio photos RA’s crow’s feet have been erased or greatly diminished. Even the photo in the background here, which I love, has clearly been tampered with.  Of course, that’s standard practice.  We know all those actresses and models we see on the covers of magazines or in their 8 x 10 glossies aren’t that perfect, that flawless, that ageless in Real Life.  We know Richard himself always wished they would let his hair be mussed and his wrinkles show on Spooks, but they kept coming around and touching things up.

Frankly, Richard’s real face, crow’s feet, crinkles, wrinkles, scars and all suits me just fine.  I hope that he won’t ever feel the need or feel pressure to tweak and nip and tuck. He grows more attractive to me with each passing year; I think he’s going to be a beautiful older man, quite distinguished in looks.