I loved Esquire's recent description of him:
He is fifty-two years old. He is wearing a black hoodie zipped to the neck, blue jeans, and boots laced so assertively they squeak when he flexes his ankles. He has a long neck, upon which his long head, adorned by long ears, wobbles like a tulip. Everything is to scale with him. Many people have long eyelashes; he has lashes as long on the bottom as they are on the top. His eyes look like they’ve been caught by Venus flytraps. He is going gray, yes, but if you took a population sample of his hair, there is no doubt that any analysis would reveal that the numbers of black and gray hairs are evenly distributed and have achieved equipoise. He has recently showered, and a careful modicum of product lifts his hair off his forehead. He has surprisingly fine hands. He smells like soap.Clooney also plays pranks on his friends—he once hired a tailor to secretly take in the waistline of Matt Damon's pants by an eighth of an inch every few days. But for some reason, although every woman I know has a crush on Clooney, and while I'd love to be friends with him, I've never found him that attractive. (I think maybe he's just too cool; I like dorky side to my men:)
So I'm curious: Who's your celebrity crush these days? Clooney? It's one of life's important questions, of course.
P.S. My celebrity crush, and a trick for dating older people.
(Photo by Martin Schoeller)