I should preface this by saying this post is what happens after you sit on the sofa too long, scouring the internet for content, and aided by perhaps more gin than is normally acceptable for a Wednesday night by yourself. I’ll also say that this is the sequel to the “Gary Oldman Eating Macarons” wonderfulness that occurred on Twitter (here and here) when I realized that there are no available photographs of my supreme celebrity man crush eating macarons on the internet. Go to Google right now and search “Gary Oldman eating macarons.” I’m the first SIX RESULTS. I’m so proud!
Anyway, last night I realized there were no photographs of Gary Oldman in Paris. You know, my two favorite things in life. So I decided to rectify that situation the best way I know how: Photoshop. This whole thing took me 20 minutes from start to finish, lest you think I spent hours cropping him out of pictures and pasting him onto Parisian backdrops. My Photoshop skillz are apparently un-addled by things like “gin” or “sanity.”
ENJOY. Also, I’m sorry.
Oh, Gary Oldman, you shouldn’t have! Bringing me flowers in Paris. Vous êtes un gentleman!
Sometimes in Paris, Gary Oldman stands moodily in the doorway of his bedroom. Il est tres pensif.
He looks so natural, non? Il n’est pas concerned with the midget people around him.
Quoi? You don’t sit outside at a Parisian cafe in the rain in a tuxedo? Vous n’avez pas vécu!
Imagine walking into your building one day and seeing Gary Oldman just standing in the hall. Excusez-moi, monsieur.
If you had a window seat with a view of La Tour Eiffel, you would sit in it, too. Don’t judge him.
Sweet lord. I’m glad I at least entertain myself.