This gif...
... and even more so, this gif...
... led to the majesticness that is todays picspam.
The nape of Robert Pattinson's neck... the hair grabs and pulls that his leading ladies can't resist. I was planning on going on and on about the nape of his neck, where the sex hair gathers in a mass, begging to be pulled. But really, a picture (or two, or more) says a thousand words...
With awards season beginning to wind down with not nearly enough red carpets being walked by Robert Pattinson... I felt the need to look back on some AwardRob's. From the scruffy wear Teen Choice and MTV Awards, to the tux affairs of the BAFTA's and the Oscar's...
An awards show red carpet is not complete without Robert Pattinson. The End.
To bring such heightened material to the screen, Condon said he looked to both Vincente Minnelli and Alfred Hitchcock, hewing to tradition for Bella and Edward's wedding and honeymoon, skewing more graphic when depicting Bella's pregnancy, which is destroying her from the inside out. Through a combination of prosthetics and CG, Condon transforms his dewy brunet into a gaunt, skeletal version of herself.*SPOILERS* regarding the sex scene after the cut!
"She needed to look like she's dying or the story doesn't make sense," Pattinson said. "It was great that he went there." (Tink: He SO went there. Shockingly so. It's perfect.)
Pattinson says he felt a kinship with Condon from the moment the director came to visit the 25-year-old actor while he was shooting the period love story "Water for Elephants" in Los Angeles.
"I had my hair cut really short, and he said, 'Oh, you should have your hair like this in the 'Twilight' movies.' I thought, 'OK, I already like you," Pattinson said with a laugh. (Tink: *scowl* I'm not even going to get all book-anal right now because Edward's BD hair was better than I thought it would be. It was sexy! HE was Mr. Sexy.)
"Especially since so many people worried about my hair. It was all they cared about. The hair and a six-pack." (Tink: Ok, Rob...I don't care one bit about the six-pack but the hair is a sensitive topic. That's why you keep cutting it and resisting the sex hair, isn't it? You like to torture us and you don't like trademarks. So stubborn. *pouts*)
I'll never forget when it came into my life. It was one of those glass-half-empty days when you have a pounding headache and the spins and you're beginning to believe that myth about your body slowly coasting downward after 21 may be true. I was eating cold pizza. My DVR was broken, and, so, I was also not fast-forwarding through the commercials when it started—a Volvo ad. What kind of Volvo? I couldn't tell you. You see, it wasn't the pretty car my eyes were fixed on. It was Robert Pattinson—specifically his hair region. I bit my knuckles. I can't remember if I said "shit" audibly or just to myself, but that moment signified a new beginning.So poetic there at the end. *sigh* Of course we have to "pour a little drink out" for the sex hair...
There are dudes out there, girl-liking ones mind you, who dig looking at pictures of other dudes, say, oiled up on Venice Beach throwing 450 pounds of iron over their bare chest while grunting. Motivation. This was the same. Except my guy was clothed, fully and decently, and had a mane that could put any other juiced-up coif to shame. I was sure of it.
It's foolish the things we do out of desperation, but, me being a dreamer, I tried to grow some of my own. One summer, I gave up cutting my hair only to discover that mine grows out rather than down and is littered with cowlicks. Still, I pushed on through fro-dom against my better judgment, reminding myself regularly of the goal. After reading Pattinson forwent shampooing, I went days, weeks, hell, even a month (true story) without washing so I could build up a nice, malleable coat. I'm certain I smelled—miserably. I saw an interview wherein Kristen Stewart revealed he pulled and twisted his righteously-splayed locks in the mirror and so, I, too attempted to become the master of my do, twirling and knotting with reckless abandon until someone asked me what that nest on my head was and I died a little inside and later gave in to my barber.
From then on, I was put in my place—still I watched Pattinson's mane grow and evolve over the course of its few short years with us. At times it was a pompadour of restrained heights. At others, it was a finger-messed mop of prophetically tousled matter. In its last days it was quieter and more subdued, short and textured with an oily sheen of immortal glory. Of course, its days were numbered.
It's funny—looking at a wild head like that you always had the feeling it might live fast and die young. Things that great never stick around. But that didn't make its departure any less tragic or absurd. It's been almost a week, but I can't stop thinking of that image. Mangled and dismembered. Half-shaven like Rosie. Paraded around at fucking Comic-Con like a prize! No.
Still, we'll always have that moment, crystallized in time, accessible through YouTube— that Twilight bastard exiting some four-door, hair styled as if by accident, every strand quivering in the wind, godlike, forever young.
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