The Hot Boys of the Louvre

I am totally looking out for you. This post could be about how I saw the Mona Lisa or the Venus de Milo or whatever, but NO. It's NOT. It's about CUTE GUYS.

You're welcome.

For the record, it's really, really, really difficult to find attractive men inside the Louvre. Not that there aren't plenty of them walking around — the natives are quite well-dressed and groomed and such — but that would be exceedingly creepy on my behalf to take their photographs. Even for me. So you'll just have to picture them on your own. (Feel free to exaggerate their good looks, as it's your daydream.)

But it's hard to find attractive guys in ART. There are oodles of beautiful, seductive women baring their breasts. As my sister and I commented, painting after painting of "Whoops! My boob slipped out!" Which is fine. I get this. No complaints.

BUT the lack of beautiful, seductive men is way unfair! Instead, fine art museums are filled with ugly, grumpy men with peculiar facial hair and satiny tights. So I figured I'd do the job no one else seems to be doing. I'd find the handsome men, collect them, and bring them back here for your pleasure.

For the record, there are thousands of paintings in the Louvre. And this was the best I could do.

Self-portrait of Louis David. I think most of us can agree moody artists are hot.

Jean-Pierre Cortot (painted by INGRES). He looks worried and tragic! Swoon.


Self-portrait of Alexandre Colin. Slightly street urchin-ish. Still. I'd kiss him.


Charles William Bell (LAWRENCE). Not quite my type, but pretty good, all things considered. A bit like Hugh Grant in Sense and Sensibility, maybe?


Maurice Quay (RIESENER). Too scruffy for my sister, but I like him. He could be the hero of a swashbuckling adventure story.


I'm just testing if you're still paying attention. This was totally someone's creepy uncle.


Antonio Canova (LAWRENCE). What do we think? I'm reminded of Gabriel Byrne.

OHMYGOD, DARCY IS THAT YOU?!?!?!?!

The last one is Léon Reisener, also a painter (but different from the above Reisener), and cousin of the artist, Eugène Delacroix. He ties with Jean-Pierre Cortot for my top vote.

Who gets your vote? Leave a comment, and we'll crown a winner THE HOTTEST DUDE OF THE LOUVRE.

Oh! And I also saw The Coldplay Painting.




Which means, by the rules of my blog, I am thus allowed to post a picture of My Celebrity Boyfriend Chris Martin in front of the same picture.

He looks exhausted. But sweet!

I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend. Stay tuned for more updates from the (horrible, sad, tragique, my job is sooOOoooOooo hard) trenches of Paris.

Or, maybe, I have the best job ever.

YOU PICK.