PAUL MESCAL & ANDREW SCOTT Gucci Cruise 2025 Fashion Show
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PAUL MESCAL & ANDREW SCOTT Gucci Cruise 2025 Fashion Show
Not easy to survive on that
“Hey Joe, it's Andrew Scott here, hope you're well. I just wanted to say I'm also wearing a couple of gold rings that my mother, who died really recently, always wore. They remind me of her. One of them she made herself, so, I just wanted to say that I'm wearing that so I have her with me on the evening as well. That's important. I just wanted to let you know.” [Esquire for the Met Gala]
Heartbreaking
Since Andrew is taking some well deserved time away from the public at the moment, let's revisit (or visit for the first time, if you're new here) this stunning photoshoot from Mr. Porter, October 2019, when he was doing press for Modern Love and his Ripley casting had just been announced (yes, it's taken that long for it to come out).
∧ __ ∧ (`•ω• )づ__∧ (つ / ( •ω•。) しーJ (nnノ) pat pat
reblog to pat ur mutuals on their silly heads
Pat pat, everybody
five things you know and the one thing you don’t.
(insp.)
This is so lovely, so soft. And it needs more views and reblogs.
Oh yes ❤️
Heartbreaking
He was looking like an absolute snack here
Loved actually seeing some of Andrew´s art later on during Ripley press <3
I went off about probably my favorite thing from the bad old days of BBC Sherlock fandom: Sebastian Moran ❤️
Why are you...you?
A couple more backstage BAFTA portraits of Andrew Scott from Charlie Clift, in color this time (from his Instagram, so free of the getty images watermark)
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Bordeaux, France
Greg leaned across the table, bright eyes on Mycroft’s thrown back head, on his exposed throat, and he drank in the sound of Mycroft’s delighted laughter.
Mycroft was nearly unrecognizable from his usual proper and buttoned up self. Free of the cares and stresses of his life and his ever-present responsibilities in London, he had been a pleasant–indeed a wonderful–companion. The two men had met most unexpectedly on their separate holidays; after expressing their surprise at choosing to visit the same city at the same time, they had somewhat tentatively agreed to coffee. Which turned into lunch…and then Mycroft invited him to accompany him to a wine tasting.
Now they were slightly warm and loose from excellent wine, from the summer sun, from the heady buzz of their shared company. Perhaps it was the wine, or the freedom of being away from home, or maybe Greg’s joke had really been that funny.
Whatever it was, Mycroft was so relaxed, so open…so approachable in his giddy state, in his loose linen trousers and the actual t-shirt he was wearing, that Greg took a deep breath and did it. He did the thing he’d been dreaming about for years. Breathing deep for courage, crossing his fingers beneath the table for luck, meeting Mycroft’s twinkling grey-blue eyes as he subsided, still chuckling, Greg simply asked, with a face radiating honesty, “Mycroft–would you like to join me for dinner?”
Holding Mycroft’s eyes, Greg let an air of solemnity sink into their convivial mood. “On a date,” he clarified, wanting no misunderstanding about his intentions. He stretched a hand across the table, palm up in invitation. “I’ve had an amazing time today–I don’t want it to end.” Trying to hold back a shiver of anxiety and anticipation, he blurted out, “Not today–and not when our holidays are over.”
“Greg,” Mycroft breathed, sounding as startled as he looked. His hand moved and Greg’s heart leapt, thinking he was about to join their hands. Instead Mycroft’s elegant hand lightly touched the sunglasses tucked at the neckline of his shirt, as if he would don them to hide his eyes. Resisting he looked away, then back across the table, “It’s just–the wine t-talking–”
“No,” Greg denied, voice almost strident. There was no way he could let Mycroft think any of this was down to inebriation or a holiday fling. He softened his voice, eyes hungrily tracking Mycroft’s features in a way he never allowed himself, “I’ve wanted this at home…when I was sober…any argument you can muster, I can tell you you’re wrong. This isn’t a whim.”
Mycroft’s eyes went as bright and liquid as mercury; his lips parted on a soft sigh, and Greg’s heart soared when Mycroft reached out and wound his trembling fingers with Greg’s. “You mean it,” he said, tone wondering. “You…Greg, I’ve thought of you for years but I never dreamed…”
“You didn’t guess? I thought I’d be as transparent as glass.”
“N-no, never.” Mycroft squeezed his hand, a smile of pure happiness breaking out, “Today has been perfect…I would love to go out on a date with you.”
“Brilliant,” Greg said softly, his grin taking over his face. He leaned closer across the tiny table, caressed Mycroft’s cheek with his other hand. “Thank Christ we ran into one another…today was like a miracle and it gave me the courage to ask you.” He ran his thumb over Mycroft’s cheekbone and softly over his temple to delicately touch the lobe of Mycroft’s ear. The action drew a visible shiver and faint blush from the younger man.“ It was fate that we both decided to come here for holiday, and then to run into one another…”
A look of panic flitted over Mycroft’s face, and he very obviously grappled with his conscience for a moment. Greg familiar with the ways of a Holmes, and more than familiar with Mycroft’s omniscience and his surveillance saw it all in a flash. He bit down on a grin when Mycroft looked at him with large guilty eyes and said, “Erm, about that…”
Reblogging for the morning crowd.
@savvyblunders !!! SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOD!!!!
I read it again this morning and I needed to re-reblog this scrumptious flash of mystrade dream ❤️. @savvyblunders, I think I'll never thank you enough ❤️
Benedict at the South Bank Sky Arts Awards 3/12/13
Once you get past the hand porn, his body language here is so interesting.
OK, body language. Just for fun.
1. Vague sign of frustration, exasperation, the breath exhale becomes a blow, donating a problem with the concept. He would prefer more time to get together with Martin. 2. Goes into a serious considered answer, looks to the right for facts [maybe timeframe confirmation] Is making an excuse on behalf of Martin. Time apart is not BC’s fault. 3. ‘I leave it to him’ is very telling. It’s putting the ball [blame] in MF’s court. Note the micro expression of looking down, lips closed and tight, shake of the head; accepting of something out of his control. There is a negative [regret] emotion there as he makes the summation. 4. BC likes the question, it causes him to smile and recollect. He umms and laughs; good memories. Very interesting that this is the only time he raises the bottle to his mouth. Note the movement with the bottle! [I will just leave that there shall I?] 5. We start seeing self comforting and tactile subconscious self caresses. He looks away, shifts from one foot to the other, he’s wanting the interview to be over. 6. Now he becomes ‘dreamy’ he enters his own head [couldn’t physically retreat, so mentally does so] Eyes are up indicating imagination/reminiscence and he looses eye contact with interviewer. He adds in a mutual passion, music, and uses the collective ‘our’. However it’s not really in context. The questions is about ‘a fun night out together’ and BC gives a answer that is a statement of a shared joy. The answer should have been; ‘we go out to music events’ or ‘we take time to listen to music together’. The answer indicates that the sharing of music is more than an ‘event’ it’s intimate, something between the two of them alone. They do this thing with music and it’s just the two of them. He tries to hide a self-smile behind his hand. 7. Strokes lips as he recalls memories. Comes back to the work excuse as reason for separation, [BC had just finished TFE and been abroad] 8. Focus is back on interview. He wants it to wrap up and so uses a conclusion of ‘anyway’. He then takes advantage of a noise to divert the interviewer.
"Um"...anything to add? 😉
So…this is their version of the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet
It definitely is
Always reblog this
From The lying detective ✏️
Pure art. The work and the subject.