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High Fashion with Wentworth Miller

Good Show Wentworth! I’m impressed…although, how hard is it to fuck up a button down and some jeans? Extremely, but let’s ignore that. This is your time to shine! You look hot!

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High Fashion with Wentworth Miller

Wentworth Earl Miller III. *shaking head* Went Worth Miller. *puzzled look* Where did you get this jacket and why on earth did you put it on your body? *sigh* There are so many things I could say right now, not the least of which is, what in the hell goes through your mind when you do these things? You knew you were going to an event Went. Dammit there is a FOX backdrop behind you. Were you trying to match the scenery or something? I’m going to need an explanation for this. I don’t know how many times I can keep making excuses for you. Your hotness could give the world radiation poisoning…stop fucking shading it with these god damn fashion decisions from the planet WTF or else one of these days I’m going to disown you….r clothes. Then I guess you’ll have to walk around naked. How would you like that, huh? Hmmm. On second thought, I think I’ll disown your clothes right now.

There. That’s better. Carry On.

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Oh Wentworth…

How I love you and your awful shoes. I just want to take you to the store and pick out your clothes. Maybe it’s because my ex had a pair of shoes like those that he loved so much and that I hated with a passion. I threw them away. But I would NEVER do that to you. You wear whatever you want OK? You look great. Love you!

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High Fashion with Wentworth Miller

Oh Went, no matter what you put on it seems, nothing can put me off of you. Look at you…No really look. That jacket. Really Went. Now this is not the first time you’ve done this to me. Remember the yellow shirt? How about those awful baggy khakis? I forgave you then and I forgive you now. You see, you are so perfect that there should be statues chiseled in your honor, poetry written (not by me, I hate poetry) and paintings even and that is the ONLY reason you are able to get away with this shit. But then, I’m not exactly a fashion plate either. I think we both just pick up what’s on the floor or what we think “matches” and we’re out the door. Or perhaps I can blame your stylist for this? I don’t know. You have a steady job, there is no excuse for the way you dress other than a sheer lack of effort and you know what? I appreciate that. It takes a high level of self confidence to not give a shit what you put on in the morning and you and I might just have that in common. I however am not photographed constantly and I don’t do photo shoots so you’re supposed to do better. I demand you do because until I see you naked, I actually have to LOOK at these clothes and I am not impressed. I still love you but you’ve been bad…So assume the position…

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