A belated introduction to an item of clothing I like to call: the shimmery black shirt of molten death.
Honestly, this is the silkiest, most indulgent fabric I have ever seen you put on your body, Thomas. You are gleaming like a fucking star - or perhaps a black hole would be more apt considering the colour, a black hole sucking all of our lives into the plunging vortex of his plunging neckline.
P.S. That is a very smug little face you have there, you smartass. Pfft. You are gorgeous. Shut up.
I cracked up at the “Tom Hiddleston is not included, but you can always open up that case and hit YouTube on your new iPad Air with retina to hear him read poetry, Shakespeare, or, you know, the phone book.”
Feast your eyes, ladies and gentlemen, we present THE PUFFY JACKET!
I’m rather impressed by this revolutionary new addition to Mr. Hiddleston’s wardrobe. This navy blue Moncler winter coat is currently responsible for keeping our dear Hiddles warm in the Toronto weather. It can be found here, and can also be held responsible for any further destruction of ovaries you might be suffering.
I have to say I’m surprised by the fact that it’s FUCKING NAVY BLUE. I MEAN, YOU SURE TOOK A WILD RISK WITH THOSE WHITE AND RED STRIPES, NOW DIDN’T YOU???
AND I’M RATHER UPSET BY THE FACT THAT ANYBODY ELSE WOULD LOOK LIKE THE DUDE FROM THE MICHELIN GUIDES, BUT YOU? YOU LITTLE FUCKER LOOK BLOODY PERFECT AS ALWAYS.
Also, in case you guys were wondering, that is the I’m Very British Cardigan.