When The River Runs Dry
What do you do when one of your future ex-husbands, someone you adored as much as you can without benefit of actually meeting him, does something so spectacularly disappointing that you will never be able to look at him in the same way again? Hypothetically speaking, of course. Do you throw yourself on your bed and cry? Write bad poetry? Plot sweet revenge? In my case, I simply go in search of a suitable replacement.
Truth be told, I didn't set out to do a post about young Tom Norkett here. I had someone else in mind, but Tom's photos seemed to pop up everywhere I looked. I was beginning to think, in the words of George McFly, that he was "my density."
Will Tom truly take a place in my pantheon? Too early to say, but he has a lot going for him. He's already been photographed by some of my favorite photographers, including Cecilie Harris, a woman of superb taste, and great skill, who seems to really dig him. I'll just say, as handsome as he is, it's that sexy little gap between his front teeth that really gets to me. Hot, hot, hot.