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Holy cow. Thank you, Ms. Dunn.


Amazing how one image can change your mood. Not that mine was bad on Blue Monday. My infected ear is improving.  Wednesday I get the results from the wrist MRI. I’ve had happy Mommy/Kitty bonding time with Scarlett. And it appears I will get to participate in Girls’ Time at the Beach with my sisters later this month.

And then on top of all that–THIS. Courtesy of Sarah Dunn Photography. 17b0395af3cd9ef41af0fb396993a2f5

I mean. The boyish nape curls. The manly stubble. The crinkles. The GRIN with the flash of those perfect white teeth.  That devilish sidelong glance. The very snug-fitting clothing. Don’t know how comfortable you were in that shirt and slacks, Mr. A, but may I say, all your masculine curves were–uhm–showcased in a most attractive way. Oh, and the hands.  Even some thumb action for Servetus.


I still can’t hear too well out of my left ear, but oh, how grateful I am my eyes are working reasonably well these days . . . yowsa.

I do love that unaffected Armitage, don’t you?



In the wonderful interview linked above, Fly High blogger Maria Garza asks celebrity photographer Sarah Dunn to describe several of her famous clients in one word. Dunn’s word for Richard Armitage?


Here’s how Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines the word~

Unaffected: (adjective) 1. Not influenced or changed mentally, physically or chemically. 2. Free from affectation; genuine.  Synonyms include: real, simple, unpretentious, sincere, natural, unassuming, unspoilt. First known use: 1586.


I was very pleased to see Ms. Dunn chose this word to describe RA–pleased, but not one bit surprised.  After  more than six years of seeing/reading his interviews and watching him in behind-the-scenes footage, it’s how I have imagined him to be in real life.

A few fans have expressed fears that making big blockbuster films and getting the additional media attention that comes with that might cause Richard to “go Hollywood.”

Personally, I didn’t and don’t foresee that happening. Unlike, say, Justin Beiber, he’s not a 19-year-old kid who spits on the heads of his fans from a balcony and eggs his neighbor’s house (thank goodness!). Richard is a mature, seasoned man who’s worked hard for decades in a profession that is undeniably tough–few people actually make a living at it–striving to always improve himself, going from strength to strength.

I don’t think he’s the kind of person who would ever forget the so-called “little people,” because frankly, I don’t think he sees them as little people.

He’s mentioned the Golden Rule before, and he seems to practice what he preaches–he treats others the way he himself would like to be treated.  We see that, time and time again, in how friendly, approachable and courteous he is with his fans  Even when he’s got to be tired of smiling and signing and posing.

Is he more media savvy, more polished these days? Sure. But I don’t think the fundamental core that *is* Richard Armitage has changed.


Many “reality stars” who became famous for–well, for what, I am not exactly certain–come to have an inflated view of their own importance. Some actors begin to believe their own press. It goes to their heads.

I don’t believe our unassuming, unpretentious, unaffected Armitage is in danger of that.


Edit by Fernanda Matias at FB. From a screencap of Cinemax interview with TH cast.

Sir Guy is ever so smug. Hold on there, big fella. Ricky’s here, too!


“He really IS getting in touch with his inner hot henchman, isn’t he?” Sir Guy said with a trademark smirk.


“I mean–look at the longer hair. The leather. I started it all, you know.”



Photo by Sarah Dunn Photography

“Listen, Mate, you aren’t the only bloke the CReAtor has been channeling just lately. There’s some of ME, too,” another deep, husky voice sounded. “In leather–AND in plaid.”




By Sarah Dunn Photography

Sir Guy sniffed and folded his arms across his chest. He nodded slowly, begrudgingly. “I suppose so—” He smirked again. “But I was still FIRST. And have you seen that other black leather jacket of his–pure ME . . .”

Ricky’s mouth curled with amused disdain. “Don’t like yourself much, do you?”

Guy’s eyebrows rose. “What’s not to love?”