MAN(ilow) by name, MAN by nature.
Kiss me and stop me from shaking! And don’t call me Ellen DeGeneres.
Brooklyn’s finest. I’m the hottest spot north of Havana.
I wear more diamonds than Rico. In fact, I rock so much ice that when I roll into the Copacabana bitches best have their skates on.
Only mean motherfuckers can get away with a hairstyle like mine. Rod Stewart, Brigitte Nielsen, Corey Feldman in The Goonies…it takes a confidence the average Male simply doesn’t possess.
Could it be magic? Nah, it’s just Barry Manilow.
Pin-striped suit. Tortoise shell glasses. That’s a Spike Lee Joint right there.
Trimmed Afro courtesy of Joe’s Bed-Stuy Barbershop: We Cut Heads. This straight playa is too real for a weave.
Power stare. She’s Gotta Have It. Arms crossed. Fight the Power.
He Got Game and the world know’s it.
Hot like The Summer Of Sam. I won’t hurt you though.
Jungle Fever, baby. Don’t fight the epidemic.
An outspoken voice of a generation. Self important. Controversial.
Do The Right Thing…I know you will.
Style to melt your Face/Off.
I was rocking these shades way back when Bono thought Africa was only a Lynx fragrance.
Seductive like a Vampire’s Kiss. Everyone is just scissors when The Rock enters the club. Paper is my vice, reviews don’t mean shit to me.
I’m the Lord of War. National Treasure? Love for me is worldwide. Call me The Weather Man cos I make it rain.
David Lynch referred to me as “the Jazz musician of acting”. Tell me this David, did Miles Davis ever look this good?
Nicolas without a H… cos H stands for hater.
You can find me way off-court
rolling with Oprah, chasing that positive energy.
Nature is where my game’s headed.
Fall’s my season.
Forrest green and Woodland olive with a textured sandstone finish -
I rep raw colourways for the body
‘The Secret’ for the mind.
You want spirituality? I got beads for days -
Genuine Jade stone to get my chi on lock.
Body, mind and soul –
I’m celebrating me, myself and I.
Forget Air - I got my roots in the earth.
[Real Player swagger http://wtfismikewearing.tumblr.com/]
Cosmo. Revlon. Represent.
What’s it like outside on the red carpet?
Brisk? Chilly? Temperate?
Players think ahead:
Cashmere shawl jumper in tan, Playboy.
Crispy white T, case I break a sweat.
The fuck said ‘Jawnz’? Save jean talk for Ginuwine
I’m on premium Japanese selvedge denim
Bespoke fit, tapered and pocketless
-no need for them:
you can’t touch your sides with arms this big.
My swagger looms.
‘Fun Fearless’ personified.
Unlike them chump-change bums called Charlie and Dad I’m still reppin’ my Hispanic roots.
Straight Chola! I’m still Emilio from the block.
On weekends I like to put on dark eyeliner, bright eyeshadow and pencil in my eyebrows while cruising on my lowrider rocking my “Scare-do”.
Who you tryin’ to get crazy with ese? Don’t you know i’m loco?
The bookish eccentric from the Synagogue smiles in your direction. You never thought this day would come.
Sophistication and style in abundance. Your new beau has mastered the art of looking “FLY”.
Holidays abroad visiting obscure islands inhabited with species you have only read about.
Rainy days indoors drinking hot chocolate. Mr Goldblum saving the planet on his Mac book while you’re tucking into the new Jackie Collins novel.
Intellectually challenging. The brain is the most erotic muscle.
Fireworks on Independence day. Follow your heart. Nature finds a way.
You wake up.
It was all a dream.
The Italian Stallion looks ready to go twelve rounds with PETA donning that much leather.
A hooped ear ring evoking both the glamour and bohemianism of a Gypsy princess. Sly is jogging up the steps of non-conformity.
Tango doesn’t need Cash cos style is something money can’t buy.
A timeless classic sure to live as long as the Rocky franchise.
This outfit totally slurs the words: “I AM THE LAW!”
Caught in take off - mid swan song.
An aged aunt finally breaking loose.
Dancing alone at your sister’s wedding.
Newly divorced. Recently free.
Resolved to, “Imma see about me”.
Florid neck scarf. Check.
The glitz, the glamour. Check. Check.
Arms open, aligned and steady.
This bird is ready to soar.
Young hearts - Run free.
Do I smell bacon?
Kevin’s high cheekbones suggest elegance, which he compliments with thick rimmed rectangular glasses that ooze sophistication. KB is the lesbian Sue Perkins has always wanted to be.
The leather jacket perfectly demonstrates casual chic while sending out a warning to onlookers that they are in the presence of a Wild Thing (black is also very slimming).
Kevin Bacon looks at Hollywood conformity in the eye and says nothing; he just watches as it Tremors.
"Hey, hey! What’s this I see? I thought this was a party. LET’S DANCE!" - Kevin Bacon (Footloose)