Colin Farrell in New York
… which leaves us intensely confused. He’s all “I’ve been cutting bog all day” from the waist down; “I can’t wait to get to SPLASH later so I can take my shirt off on the dance floor” from the waist to the neck, and “’90s boy band member” from the neck up. To be fair, that last one is pretty standard for him, and the faux work boots and distressed faux dirty jeans can’t be laid at his feet, since there are thousands of other men in New York working the same faux manly vibe. But we’re just gonna say it: we know the male chest is having a little moment right now with the plunging necklines and all, but MAN, is this look UBER-GAY or what? Don’t get us wrong, we’re enjoying the cleavage, but it’s so… well, “LOOK AT MY CHEST.” Which, when combined with LOOK AT MY ASS and LOOK AT MY CROTCH, is the essential Muscle Mary look in every gay neighborhood in every city in America. When the somewhat vain top is paired with the faux working man bottom (top and bottom meaning his clothes, dirty girls), it just looks a little … off. Especially when you consider he’s wearing a cardigan over it and it was in the high ’80s and ’90s the entire past week in New York. He looks pretty hot, but that’s because he’s Colin Farrell, not because of the slightly odd outfit he’s wearing.
Oh, and that “shoving my hands in my pockets while flexing my pecs” move is a gay bar CLASSIC.
[Photo Credit: Bauer Griffin]