Will someone please tell Marc Jacobs to keep his shirt on for once in his life? OK, honey, you’ve been to the gym. Hip, hip, hooray for you.

On, on, on, on

We find his produce reasonably-priced, love his Union Jack beach towels, have even been known to buy cheap-skate presents for our friends from his store on Melrose Avenue in London’s Glittering West Hollywood (formerly known as LA). But for cripes-sake man, can you put the shirt back on?

So you have a hot new boyfriend, who loves you for you and your amazing body and not your money and position at the top of the gay tree, but do we all have to see that sun-damaged skin every time we buy a fashion magoizeen (like this from Arena Homme Plus)?

No.

So stop it.

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3 comments to “Will someone please tell Marc Jacobs to keep his shirt on for once in his life? OK, honey, you’ve been to the gym. Hip, hip, hooray for you.”

  1. He also could do with some pentapeptides on that sun-damaged skin.

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  2. Ne’er a truer word was said.

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  3. It’s a classic syndrome, isn’t it? Like body dysmorphia when you have worked hard at the gym and even though you look exactly the same to the naked eye, you feel like you’ve got a hot body. And you ain’t.

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