My first “posed” Richard Armitage was the fuzzy grey lapel overcoat in front of the yellow taxi cab. The hair was impeccable, the look smouldering, the face old Hollywood handsome.
The waistcoat was classic, the slacks perfectly fitted,
He looked too good to be true. I was mistrustful. I had to find out more about him: his work, his personality, his everyday style, before I would give in. I very rarely make split second decisions; I needed to research a bit more.
I researched a lot
and it was so worth it.
music question: the first song you heard from your favorite artist
When I see pics from this photoshoot, I think a variety of things (all good) but what I always focus on are those Bell-Bottoms. A mouse could easily run up those jeans, I speak from experience…
Hickory Dickory Dock
the mouse ran up the clock
When I was 19 and still living at home with my parents, I had a pet mouse.
Her name was Hershey because she was the color of Milk Chocolate 😀
My boyfriend at the time had a pet snake.
He bought me the mouse for Easter,
after I heard the feeder mice we bought at the pet store scream
when they were placed in the cage with the snake.
Hershey had babies but only one survived (she ate the others 😯 )
We named him Pat, after the character from a Saturday Night Live skit,
because we couldn’t tell what sex he was for the longest time 😉
One day while cleaning Pat’s cage I dropped him, after he bit me! 😡
My mother and I herded him behind a bookcase and hatched a plan to catch him: Mom would chase him out, while I trapped him in a small plastic trashcan. We didn’t share the plan with Pat, so he scurried right past me, of course 🙄
When he met the wall, he swiftly turned right back around
and into my floppy trouser leg, as I knelt on the floor.
I jumped up and proceeded to freak the freak out! The mouse didn’t stop running, he moved up my thigh and around to my backside! I was jumping around like a lunatic while my mother was reduced to a ball of laughter on the floor.
The clock struck one
the mouse ran down
I stripped off those trousers, lightening quick!
with my leg rooted in the trashcan to catch the mouse on his way back down.
It was at this point that I happened to catch a glimpse of the window,
where the paperboy was frozen in place
watching me jump around in my underwear with my foot in a trashcan.
It was around this time in my pursuit of all things Richard Armitage, that the Fault photoshoot emerged.
I had heard whisperings and murmurs of anticipation for this particular shoot, and was interested to see if it met expectations. Some parts I really liked
those that seemed to be the fan favorites though, I didn’t.
I think it was the use of black and white in this instance that I didn’t like. The texture of the stripped shirt seems too rough, the scruffy facial hair looks like wire, and the distortion on the magazine cover itself just looks dirty. *cringes and waits for backlash* This gruffness looked so unlike the Richard Armitage I was becoming familiar with, that he almost seemed like an impostor.
Looking back on my reactions now though, maybe I was being a bit biased. For you see, only days prior I had discovered some older candid shots of Richard in a wool cap….StreetRA had gotten to me first!
I loved these photos instantly, and I still do.
The Friendly Demeanor
The Modest Magnetism
even the worn leather Attache Case!
So the fact that I wasn’t moved by that highly anticipated photoshoot wasn’t my Fault at all! CandidRichard Armitage just has a sneaky charm about him that Professional Richard Armitage has no hope against.