In the last post, I focused on some of Richard’s ChaRActers and their expressive azure peepers. This time around, we’ll gaze upon the beauty of RA’s blue eyes in candids and photo shoots, both older and more recent (and longish hair, shortish hair, beard, no beard, stubble. Something for, hopefully, everyone).
“He’s got eyes like the bluest skies . . .”
Pale blue eyes with a distinct limbus ringing the irises, which are very changeable in color. Incandescent blue at times, stormy grey-blue at others, fringed in those plentiful lashes, framed by expressive masculine brows. Blue eyes that turn nearly black, a crystalline green and even tan at times; tender, sweet, sad, angry, sorrowful, amused, vengeful, bleak. . . . beautiful.
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.
And the reason for my discombobulation (finding oneself flustered into a state of confusion or disconcertion) was seeing this image from an Asian movie magazine at Richard Armitage Net:
I really should be asleep, or attempting to do so, but I’ve had this annoying pain in my upper left side for a couple of days–a pulled muscle, I am quite certain–and it’s hard to get comfy. So I decided to check RANet to see what I’d missed and lo and behold, I found the above image.
Now, I wish there wasn’t that big ol’ shadow, and I wish they hadn’t Photoshopped away his forehead scar or some of his lovely smile lines–but it’s still a stunner. The gaze, the stubble, the open collar on the black shirt, the faintest hint of a smile that makes you wonder what he’s thinking . . . so I was forced, forced I tell you, to play with this image. Here are some of the results. Yeah, there’s even more, and I still don’t think I am done having fun. 😉