Walk this way, Mr. Armitage. Please.

Channeling a little of Lucas here? And wearing his own coat from the 24 Hour Play after-party at the Old Vic, if I am not mistaken.

I love the look on his face here. A mixture of amusement, challenge–that je ne sais quoi that makes him so irresistible.  Such a sharp-dressed man, too. A bit of a Mad Men vibe?

I wanted to make this look slightly less like a police line-up (although The Usual Suspects is one of my favorite movies) so I used a Lomo effect to highlight his beautiful face, then added a blue sky with clouds overlay and matte effect. Because he is soooo heavenly, n’est-ce pas?

More of Robert Ascroft‘s wonderful photos of RA with my edits.

A man growing older ever so gracefully . . .

This is a very pretty young man.

This, however, is an absolutely beautiful mature MAN.  Talk about aging gracefully.

Observe that prominent brow, the line of his aquiline nose, the strong, stubble-covered chin and that beguiling bit of extra flesh beneath it.

Those amazing, expressive eyes, deep set and fringed in a pair of lashes any woman would envy, framed by bold masculine brows that remain blissfully unpruned.There is a slight crease between them as if he is lost in thought. The lines, the crow’s feet are visible, seemingly unretouched.

There is majesty here, and gravitas, and pensiveness. The face of a man who has lived and loved and felt deeply.  And there is oh, so much masculine beauty.

Not a pretty boy. A beautiful man.

I can hardly bear to look away . . .

(lower photo edited from Robert Ascroft’s wonderful portrait collection of RA)

Is it just me . . .

Or can you see a hint of chest hair sprouting up at the opening in Mr. A’s very flattering loden green shirt? Do you feel the need to do further exploration, maybe undo another button or two . . . lightly run your fingertips across that jaw, the stubble grazing your skin, then through his soft-looking hair, rumpling it just a bit? Do you think about noshing on that alluring column of throat, inhaling his masculine scent?

Oh heavens, Mr. Armitage, what the sight of you can do to a mild-mannered, happily married woman.  I really must try to go to sleep now.  Not sure if this is going to help . . .

But I just had to have a peek.