Waking up to these photos has officially made my day great. How AMAZING does Amanda looking in these Esquire photos? WOW!
When it rains in L.A., no one blames anyone for anything. The sultry and gentle compact with nature is broken then, and everyone tries to just get by. So now that it’s been raining for five days, why worry that Amanda Seyfried looks a bit housebound, wearing a mopsy little hoodie, too-loose sweatpants, and a pair of underused running shoes? Hood up, zipped up, purse clamped to her side like a knitting bag, she peers from inside the getup, gives a tick of a smile. “It’s you,” she says, over the hiss of rain on the skin of the parking lot, offering her hand, small and cool as a teaspoon. Just then, she allows a glimpse of her eyes, or she gives it. Or you steal it. Who can say? The eyes demand an adjective; they beg for a simile.
In those first moments outside the crowded gourmet shop in the Hollywood Hills, Seyfried says nothing particular. It’s not that she has nothing to say. She can rev up the chatter engine when she wants to. It’s just that the plan had been to sit outside, so there’s a sigh and a kind of you-believe-this-shit nudge at the world before she sets out up the street, the eyes scanning the boulevard storefronts for a place to talk.
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