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Marc Jacobs' pole-vault-loving companion Austin A has issued a very unnecessary clarification: He and fashion designer Jacobs are not an exclusive couple. "I wouldn't say we're dating," Austin told GaySocialites.com, where by dating he meant only screwing each other. Yes, I think the description "boy toy" sort of implies a less-than-exclsive relationship, especially where libertine Jacobs is concerned. But you should root for Austin A because he's the boy toy with a heart of gold:
I recently had a very candid conversation with Austin A, the guy being tagged as Marc Jacob's new "boy toy." Much to my surprise, I discovered what seems to be an everyday gay just looking for fun and life-long happiness...
Austin says the media has really blown the whole thing out of proportion.
Marc, of course, is abroad working with Louis Vuitton; and Austin is currently in L.A. Austin says he spoke with Jacobs a few days ago but admits that they haven't been together since the infamous Los Angeles trip.
"The timing of that trip," Austin says, "was horrible." He says he and Marc met each other in New York but weren't ever spotted in public together. It wasn't until they went to L.A. that their relationship went public.
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"The timing of that trip," Austin says, "was horrible."
Why?
Because it happened to coincide with a close-out sale of sky-blue hats?
Where does a young man get the idea that such a hat is sexy, attractive, or "fun"?
The hat. The shirt that matches the hat. The ear bling. The chain worn *under* the shirt collar. The scar under the eye from, I presume, the friction of the ear bling.
What's *right* with this picture?
These two could wear used Kleenex and look amazing. Still, my crush is fading with each new layer of tan and each new barely-legal new companion. I like the old, busy, rumpled, off-guard version better.
Did I saw new enough? New.
@Twerpsichore:
Something about the distance between the boy toy's eyes pretty much screams, "I'm only minutes from the downward spiral. I was never very bright, or had much of a soul, but I could always make guys like me with my cheerful, sunshiny demeanor. But now I feel all empty inside. I think my heart has stopped beating. I thought this bright-blue hat would help, but it hasn't. In fact, I think it's made things worse. Much worse. Since I started wearing it, I've been gnawing on the sides of my tongue until I taste fresh blood. In the morning, my mouth smells like rotten meat. This hat makes me feel like my life isn't really my own. It's like I'm watching a movie of myself. And it's a horror movie and in it I'm dead, but I'm not dead. And I'm walking alone through a city I don't recognize, looking for someone."
@Hamud: Is this where we nominate people for commies? Cuz I nominate you.
Agreed, lose the blue Justin hat. Was Marc always so tan?
If you are going to fuck someone to get ahead, and surely she is not fucking THAT because she is sexually attracted to it, then don't do it in the public eye, figuratively speaking.
Is this when we do the over/under on Marc adopting a Chinese baby and settling down with a nice dolphin trainer?
is the younger brother on gossip girl?
@Hamud: Commie, Pulitzer, Nobel... your pick.
However, leave the poor boy's Easter bonnet alone. It only comes once a year, much like...
Not to be captain of the lame police, but the Marc Jacobs article in GQ this month did an adequate job of trying to explain the crazy.
@Hamud: The timing of the trip was horrible because they "weren't ever spotted in public together."
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