Marc Ronson

Since I’ve been playing Marc Ronson’s cover of The Smith’s Stop Me on a loop for over a year now, I thought I’d give this superstar producer two thumbs up for his continual style choices. I think he might be the most stylish bloke of our generation. Fuck you William Rast (aka Justin Timberfake).

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: I LOVE THIS PLAID. I also love how he chose such a bright shirt. He’s taking fashion risks. Oh Marc.

He’s either channeling John Lennon, early Beatles or that kid at school that always stepped in shit. Regardless, he’s taking risks once again. What a neat coat.

The buttons on this super sharp topcoat are beautiful. I like that Marc is chewing his face off. And Lady Gaga has no idea where she is.

This is what Jonathan Ross, UK television superstar extraordinaire, wants to look like when he wears those dapper suits but is too fat to pull them off. This photo makes me want to lick Marc’s legs.

And he cares too.

Check out the tweed. Check out the tie! Check out the subtle blue in the tie! Check out my boner.

Great coat, great shirt, great hair, great belt… He takes trends and wears them without going to the extreme and always adds his own personal touches. Gay guys: please take note. This is what fag hags think gay guys look like through their Cosmopolitan goggles meanwhile most of us wear muscle shirts and girl’s jeans.

Marc Ronson is one of those guys who wears the most faggoty shit but for some reason, I picture him in dirty boxers in his hotel room eating $30 Eggs Floretine. And suddenly being beaten and anally raped by him and his black bodyguards doesn’t seem so bad.

I think I might be in love with him. Shit.

Marc, one so true: I love you….