I’m writing this on Easter Sunday, in the midst of John Legend’s thus far pretty decent performance as the title character in ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’ – an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical that I have never seen. This production looks like it may have been outfitted from one of Kanye West’s fashion show, and that’s not an entire bad thing. That barely-there tank top is totally going to be my go-to item for this upcoming summer. Hello nip-slips… now on with the last Holy Week…
I’ve forced a lot of things in my life – paperwhite narcissus, forsythia, cherry branches, my ass into a pair of tiger-patterned velvet pants – but I’ve never forced anything quite like I’m trying to force this spring into being.
Despite the cold, warmer winds floated in the dreamy music of Cigarettes After Sex.
The changing curves of a bouquet.
The stairway to heaven may be red.
Plans for the spring smudge were delayed by a bad attitude.
Annual Easter mayhem by a purple-tulle-collared rabbit.
Full-frontal male nudity in all its Easter glory.
Hunks of the Day included Calum Best, Steven Fales and Chandler Massey.
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