What taste! Is that an orange watch to go along with a blue-striped shirt? Excellent respect to the color wheel. And look at how he rolls up those sleeves. What grace, that man has.
Top button buttoned? Oh my. He looks almost priestly.
And the smile. So effortless, so unforced. It carries absolutely no undertone of “get that camera out of my face” except – and by no accident – to the person behind the camera.
Am I mistaken or are those boobies above LBJ’s chick’s head?
What knowledge of the game! His lady is clearly less attractive than Carmelo’s, but not unintentionally. LBJ has figured out the probabilities, and he knows what troubles lurk if you go too deep in the attractive end. Perfect example: Miss Violet over there has her smartphone out on the table, that slut.
LBJ’s lady, on the other hand, this is a woman who knows that when it’s time to pose, you put your hand on your man’s far shoulder. No messing around with the small of the back or (worse) side-rib.
What power in the way he drives the fork to the hole…, well, okay, what I meant to say is that those are really large shoulders. I’m a little afraid he’s going to crush that waterglass.
