Greetings all you twisted, infernal motherfuckers:
So there is this British kid. He is an actor and a model. He is 6'1" with a Dutch/ Spanish mother and English father born in London in 1992 which makes him almost 18 or so.
He is boring, drab, untalented and rather ugly.
So here he is. Look away. For the love of all that is holy, look away.
At this point, he is most well known for playing Boy George in “Worried About The Boy” which debuted on BBC2 on May 16, 2010. I found his performance quite remarkable. This boy has "it". He is clearly a hideous and heinous product of a freakish love triangle/genetic experiment gone wrong involving Johnny Depp, Christian Bale and Leonardo DiCaprio...with a dash of King Tut's golden death mask.
Some promotional and screen shots from the film "Worried About The Boy":
oh dear...need a breather....
Sweet Jesus...give me a moment...
.......
Ok I am fine.
The trailer for the film:
From the film, a photoshoot with Bow Wow Wow:
A short interview with Douglas Booth:
Here
A seven second make-up test Here
You can watch the entire film "Worried About The Boy" streaming online with quite decent quality for full screen at VidReel Here
Some up and coming film projects include “Pillars of the Earth”, “Christopher and His Kind” as Isherwood’s lover, and Miley Cyrus’s love interest in “LOL”.
Douglas Booth on IMDB
Oh god...I need another moment...
*breathe*
ok...I am fine.
Here he is doing some modeling:
by Hedi Slimane
by Jonas Besnan
oH dear..hold on a minute....
dude.
Ok I am good; Let's continue.
by Jonas Besnan
http://douglasboothfan.com/
Ok I gotta go curl up in a dry bathtub, down a box of salt, rub soap in my eyes and wail. I thank you for your time.
* a special thanks to Alan for formatting this and offering to keep my eggs in his freezer.
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p.s. Hey. Thanks to your guest-host Killer Luka, my blog gets a rare opportunity to show off its panting abilities this weekend. Please join in or face the music created by this superb artist and d.l. between now and Monday, and talk back appropriately to her. Thank you. And thank you kindly, Killer. I fucked up my back yesterday, or rather it fucked me up for no apparent reason, and I'm in a moderate state of discomfort this morning, which might show up in some way or another as I proceed, although I will be doing my best to seem fleet of mind and phrase. ** David Ehrenstein, While I don't always agree with her, Roberta Smith is quite a good art critic and a terrific person as well, so I can't dismiss her opinion off hand just because she happens to review art for the NYT. Haven't seen the work, obviously, but I thought her review was fairly thoughtful at least. ** Pilgarlic, Yeah, my dad was quite the savvy investor and entrepreneur in his youth and middle age. 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