Sean Avery is interning at Men's Vogue (what a fruitcake)!! BUT the pictures are worth a thousand words - take a look for yourself!!
I honestly don't have much to say about this -- actually, there's so much I want to say that I just can't decide, so I'll let Avery speak for himself (some quotes from an article he wrote for Men's Vogue) - [and my own comments in blue]:- Strange as it may seem, I think women's clothes are especially interesting — there are so many options, and they can tell more of a story. [especially when I'm behind closed doors in a room all by myself!]
- Generally, other than spending a lot of time in dressing rooms both at home and on the road, I don't hang out with other athletes. [Do you think he really means spending a lot of time 'in the closet'?]
- To have two full trays in the Condé Nast cafeteria is like seeing a hockey player wearing skinny jeans — it just doesn't happen. And while my stick-handling on the ice keeps getting better and better, my tray-handling leaves a bit to be desired.
- As I watched the shoot progress, I had to wonder: Was the feeling this designer had — the pride of having his creations shot for the pages of Vogue — anything like the feeling I had after we beat the Devils in round one? To have done something to make yourself happy, and to have given others enjoyment too, was so great, so satisfying. [SO queer!]
- I added a few ideas that ended up in the photos — try to spot the leopard-print Alexander McQueen vest that pulled the outfit together. [OK - I was always told that men don't care WHAT shade of a color something is, it will always be that color -- maroon, pink, chartreuse, whatever -- to a man, it's RED; unless, that is, he's gay! Now - "the leopard-print Alexander McQueen vest that pulled the outfit together." - that's just gayer than gay!]
- And if you'd like to learn something, consider this: If you feel like teasing this hockey player about an obsession of his that you might think is a little unusual, go right ahead. Just know that you may get your ass kicked by a very expensive pair of shoes — and that they'll probably match both my belt and my shirt. [unless you're another hockey player named Roberts, Ruutu, Laraque, etc. - then my expensive pair of shoes, matching belt and shirt will be strewn all over the ice while my ass gets kicked!!]
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