We’re now ramping up production on Phantom of the Opera. Fifty-two talents each with four costume changes. The sets need erecting. Mary Ellen and Ellen are stressed to the max, the seamstress hasn’t arrived, and I’m flailing around taking notes and plugging up holes popping up left and right. And it isn’t even rehearsal week yet. Good grief.
It’s so crazy a gal could use some objectifying, so why not my favorite go-to – Guy of Gisborne. Hey, had it not been for this bad load of pretty, I wouldn’t have discovered Richard Armitage.
Guy demonstrates to Marian how semi-nudity is integral to the story, Courtesy of richardarmitagenet.com
We’ve almost finished building the scenery for The Snow Queen production this weekend. More work tomorrow. Sleep seems like a good idea.
Apropos of nothing, I was searching for one of my favorite pics of Guy tied up (how many times does that happen anyway) and came across this one. Kind of looks like a scene from Season 4 – The Sir Guy of Gisborne Show. Televised after the family hour time slot, naturally. Really late. Really really late.
Guy is either having a bad nightmare or a lovely time. Courtesy richardarmitagenet.com
Just a quickie post. Have started the volunteer work for my friend and hours are very early and very late. Still searching for an opportune time to write. In the meantime, I know what you come here for.
Richard Armitage being the best Guy he knows how. Courtesy richardarmitagenet.com
I’m baaaack. There’s real life news to report but I’ll talk about me next week. Today is Guy Day.
Every time I think that my Richard Armitage crush as moved away from 00glingblatant objectification visual admiration, Guy Day Friday rolls around and I find myself pawing through my stash. Then Guy jump starts the admiration all over again. Take a look at some of these lovely lovely pictures:
Guy, in 1939 MGM technicolor
Guy’s ready for his close up
Guy and eyebrow acting
Guy and “soulful” acting
More manly eyebrow acting
Guy models Medieval Maybelline
Getting his “henchman” on
Getting his “hot henchman” on
My weave never looked this good
He’s on a horse
Psyching up for wedding night
Prettiest guy in the forest
Flashing the profile
Guy taking charge
Happiest marriage proposer
Oh Guy, you’re so fine
What’s a fan gurl to do? I suspect the visual images of Guy fascinate me because of the amazing masculine and feminine mix in Richard Armitage’s features during his mid- thirties at height of his looks, IMHO. Just a change in lighting or angle of the head accentuated one over the other. But that’s a whole ‘nother post. Let’s just admire for now.
In case anybody was wondering “whither Judiang,” I’ve journeyed to the wilds of Ohio for an annual get-together with friends at a cabin in the woods by a lake. My friend has just finished showing me around the new school where she teaches. It’s a very lovely 21st century school with all the bells and whistles but in a location so rural there’s no phone reception. This causes a cognitive dissonance in my citified, always connected mind. But it gets better: the cabin has dicey phone reception and no wi-fi. I will spend a week not cruising the internet, not playing Borderlands 2, not obsessively viewing strange crap on YouTube, not tweeting at 2AM instead of sleeping, not NOT. Instead I will engage in unfamiliar activities like talking with live people in the same room, walking about, pointing at unusual animals (read: horsies and piggies), eating nutritious food, and letting the sun touch me. My iPad has a tethered keyboard, so I could like – write – with no internet distractions. My friend thinks I can do this for a week. Uh huh. She also promises that she’ll take me to an internet cafe if I start seem unhinged.
I wonder how she’ll be able to tell.
Uh oh, she’s finished closing her classroom for the school year. Wish me luck. I’ll post when I can.
Oh, and Happy Guy Day.
Richard Armitage as Guy of Gisborne, realizing he has no competition in the series.
Hey, how about those fabulous posts this week? They would have been incredibly awesome had I been able to get them…out of…my head. Hmm. Okay, problems with concentration, persistence and pace have interfered with flow. But, when the moment seizes me, I seize the opportunity to get the thoughts out.
This brings me to the subject of chest hair. (The segue is perfectly logical; just work with me). Some tweeters and commentators have asked how I feel on the issue; they know I’m not a fan of Richard Armitage’s beardy look, but what about his chest? Well, since it’s Guy Day Friday, let’s look at this picture:
Marian interrupts Guy as he fits his armor. (And we know all knights fit their armor while naked, right? So why the trousers?)
Here is RA as Guy of Gisborne. His chest is smooth. This deserves a closer look.
In a scene totally integral to the story, Guy turns his smoothness to Marian.
Yup, he’s totally smooth. If you were to imagine placing your hand on his chest (tough I know, but you can do it), it would glide smoothly, as you felt one defined muscle flow (see there?) into the next without any other sensation, like – hair. Wouldn’t that feel nice? Hmm? So ideally, I tend to prefer smooth chests for the same reasons I like smooth faces. I want to feelsee appreciate what’s underneath without peering through a forest of fur.
Richard Armitage: Unwaxed in photo by Robert Ashcroft.
However, RA apparently waxes his chest for these scenes. From what we can glean from recent photos, the hair is light and sparse, so much so that it makes more sense aesthetically to wax his chest for nude scenes than go au naturel. It’s a wise choice which I totally endorse. Hairy men just don’t float my boat. It’s a personal preference and probably a cultural thing. But happily, RA isn’t too hairy. If he were to decide to appear in the future unwaxed, I wouldn’t look away.
In my approaching decrepitude, I’ve given up on the whole make-up thing. Nobody has turned to stone in my presence, so things aren’t too bad yet. On the other hand, our Sir Guy never left Locksley Manor without the whole deal (except for a bit during S3 when he went goth). Great foundation, darkened brushed brows, guyliner, a touch of mascara and eye shadow, usually in a dark smokey olive. Finish with a smooch of clear lip gloss and he was set for the day.
This picture shows off his deft hand to full advantage. Back to my other projects.
Guy, played by Richard Armitage, goes over his new contract with Maybelline Cosmetics.
Since this is Guy Day, I’ve been searching for the right Guy pic but there are so many lovely ones. How is a woman to choose? Then I thought of RA’s “I’m not a movie star,” comment (that’s okay, sweetie) and this pic drew my attention:
Richard Armitage as Sir Guy of Gisborne hears the approaching rumble of fangirls. You’re a movie star, babe. Courtesy of mabelalexa.tumblr.com
There’s something about the lighting here. The almost sepia tone reminds me of the Technicolor movies of old featuring movie stars such as Errol Flynn. You can imagine how RA would have looked back in the day. Personally, stars then tended to have more unique, striking features than today’s cookie cutter variety. The face, followed by the voice naturally, was everything.
Here is the black and white version:
Guy, finding himself in an Errol Flynn swashbuckler, realizes he can go native. Sorry Marian.
See any difference? Oh dear, not a bit of snark can I squeeze out while gazing at Richard Armitage (and Sir Guy), on the brink of his own movie stardom. I feel womanly vapors coming on and must have a lie down. No, seriously. The fumes muck up my sinuses something fierce.
Today, while looking at the screen cap below for medicinal purposes, I started musing about Marian and trying to understand the story line through her point of view. To my surprise, it wasn’t that hard to do.
Here Marian bravely sallies forth to discuss a detente with the ex-fiance/evil henchman, only to find him trying on armor and half naked by firelight. It’s bad enough that a maiden must swallow her pride and venture out alone clandestinely to a single man’s house at night, but to be faced with this too? Has he no SHAME?
Here the black-hearted villain is hardly the chivalrous knight, nevermind that he was punched and literally left lying at the altar with a scar on his face to remind him for the rest of his life. Principle is principle and chivalry is chivalry!
Here the rotten blackguard stands imperiously, muscles rippling, nipples perking, lips slightly pouting, clearly the image of brute force and intimidation. No wonder poor Marian stammers. With somebody like this standing over me, my mouth would go dry too.
Here Marian courageously presents the Fingers of Friendship, made even more sincere by being especially reachy.
Here the dirty rascal grasps Marian’s Fingers of Friendship a little too long, riveting Marian to the spot, and thereby constituting false imprisonment. She’s forced against her will to inhale the aroma of leather, horse and 100% man. Will this devil stop at nothing?
Luckily for our intrepid heroine, the proximity of Robin Hood’s goodness breaks the bond, thus releasing her from her unwitting entrapment. The dirty, rotten scoundrel is foiled again, and lives to scheme another day. (No, there is no screen cap of Robin Hood because HaHAHAHAhaha this isn’t about him.)
So, you’re right Fitzg, I really get a better feel for Marian now. I ought to rewatch the series; clearly I’ve completely misjudged her.
All screen caps courtesy of RichardArmitageNet.com
Is there such a thing as too much Guy? Can he be too much of a good thing? I don’t think so. How in the world were we to pay attention to the hero with a nemesis like this? This is my favorite promo shot ever.
Guy works that smolder. Courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
I was going to do a post about the feminine aspects of RA’s features but got sidetracked. Here is a prime example. But underneath the mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow and long hair, he’s still quite masculine.
Guy radiating his Guyness. Courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
Saying I don’t have my act together this week is an understatement. So time to dip into that distracting RA Bag of Goodies (it’s bottomless, you know). Since Frenzy and BccMee have been spreading the Guy love, how about a little seen pic. Poor Guy, nothing ever goes right.
Richard Armitage as Guy of Gisborne, courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
Welcome back to Foolish Friday for our weekly old fashioned objectification. Since Guy has been getting a lot of attention lately, I’ve dug into the RA Bag of Goodies for one of my favorite screen caps from Robin Hood. Let us admire the plains and curves. This physique was many years in the making. Even though RA no longer dances, he still possesses a dancer’s body. And we see Marian getting an eyeful, like the rest of us.
Appreciating physiques since 1193. Courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
Yes, the Christmas surprise is shaking off the dust (since it’s been complete for weeks) and readying for a wardrobe walkthrough (read: heavy duty prepping). After much consideration, the surprise will be completely password protected. Ooer! More news about it tomorrow, so watch this space.
What's the surprise? Stay tuned! (courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com)
It’s Friday again and you know what that means. Yes, class is in session with more blatant objectification for your viewing pleasure. I initially opted for something sublime like feet, but tiredness has me grabbing for the obvious- the chest. Time to begin!
Let’s start slowly. How about a little teaser with a towel thrown fetchingly over the pectorals of Percy Courtenay in Marie Lloyd.
Percy breaks the news to Marie that she can marry him or he will have to charge for his services. Courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
Here is poor Lucas, emaciated from eight years in a prison camp. However he managed to remain quite buff, don’t you think? Observe the definition in the pecs enhanced by the sloping ribcage to the waist.
Lucas learns the tattoos are actually a coded treasure map. Courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
Here is a close-up. Notice the concavity of the sternum.
A close up of the west and east axis of the treasure map. Courtesty RichardArmitageNet.com
Enough warm up. Let’s move straight to what you really come here for:
Here is Guy trying on his magic armor just in case Marion walks in. Again observe the indention of the sternum, the swell of the pectoral muscles and the sloping abdomen.
Guy is glad Marion finally arrived; that armor was chafing his excellent skin. Courtesy RichardAmitageNet.com
Here, notice — oh hell, everything.
Guy hopes that last pizza and beer doesn't show. Courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
*Cough* Getting back on topic, here is a final close-up of a pair of excellent pecs.
Guy grabs Marion's creeping hand. Courtesy RichardArmitageNet.com
I think that is enough for today. Have a good weekend.