I suppose it had to happen eventually.
I can now say that there is a photograph of Daniel Radcliffe in which I do not (GASP!) find him attractive.
All the good things are there: piercing blue eyes… shy, unassuming smile… stylish wardrobe.
But there’s a certain right-off-the-Quidditch-pitch-ness about him. He looks like he’s about to pass out from overexertion. I mean, did he sprint to this event? Also, I can’t decide if his eyebrows are just windblown or if they’re in the process of migrating elsewhere, perhaps to bridge the gap between the two. This is the first time I’ve looked at Daniel and thought, “Wow… without help he would have a unibrow.”
Normally, I enjoy seeing my favorite boys all hot and sweaty. I guess I should clarify: sweaty = good; flushed/pale/ill = bad.
And finally, this photo was taken on the Red Carpet of the Tony’s. I know I’m no looker, but I think I would shave before appearing at a nationally televised awards ceremony. That might not be the “hip” thing to do, but I can’t pull off the whole scruffy look like some others can and I’m thinking that’s one thing Daniel and I have in common. So, Daniel, for the love of Dumbledore, please do whatever you have to do to be hot again. I would help, but I don’t know the magic words for “man-scaping.”
And just so we don’t forget the good ‘ol days…