Kylie’s boyfriend gets the cover of l’Officiel Hommes. Worked, then.
Andres What’s-his-paella-chops will never be our boyfriend because, frankly, soiled goods. But bumming Kylie Minogue obviously does wonders for one’s career, as evidenced here, here and up there on the front cover of l’Officiel Hommes. You know, one of those magazs no-one actually buys, but brands with lots of cash dollar pay shit loads to advertise in because it bedazzles marketing execs in chinos and dandruff at the Annual General Meeting.
Backintotheroom… So this is Andres off-of e-Spain and for the time being Kylie, in an editorial (ooh, editorial) in which he is photographed - rather uninspiringly - walking round London’s glittering Los Angeles. It’s all pounds, shillings and pence… and a bare arse shot after the break. Hooray!
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- We’re actually still trying to work out who Kim Kardashian is. In the meantime, let’s look at this magazine cover.
- Horrible door.
- Which English actor who we already have a major crush on has a bottom like this?
- Cheryl and Ashley are finally divorced. The world stops moving, like in that show FlashForward that was on Channel Five, ergo, nobody watched it.
- And the Marc Jacobs award for Never Knowingly Appearing in a Photograph With a Shirt On Goes To… (rustle, rustle of envelope being opened) Jake Shears!
He is now like the male version of Myleene (no fucking) Klass. ie. EVERYWHERE!