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.
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.