Shouldn't red carpets have some kind of quota or maximum capacity on beauty? Not too much all at once lest we all be blinded from the sight of it. This photo is from Cannes last summer. I'm confident that the only reason my eyes are still working is that time has destroyed the purity of the photograph thereby creating an effective actressexual ozone layer against all the radiance.
What am I talking about?
Unrelated: new nominee categories at the FB Awards are up including Best Sex Scene, and Best Adapted / or Song Score and Sexpot of the Year
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