You know, I really underrate John Henry- and Factory Showroom-era John, because he’s in this weird window of time between the overwhelming hotness of youth and the overwhelming hotness of middle-age. But then I really get a good look at a picture or video from that time and realize he’s still HELLA HOT cos he’s John Linnell and is clinically incapable of not being some degree of “hella hot” in the period covering “dropping out of college to join a New Wave band” through “on his deathbed,” so y’know. (Leaving aside when he makes TERRIBLE TERRIBLE APPEARANCE CHOICES, of course, but fortunately those times are few and far between.) So I’m sorry I don’t appreciate you enough, mid-to-late-30’s John! I will try to do better.
How have I not gifed this yet I mean it’s only my very favourite part of Direct from Brooklyn/ten seconds of PURE DISTILLED SEX. (“puresex.gif” is actually my filename for these. Particularly the fourth one, FUCK.)