Jared Leto’s Worst Looks of 2011: A Retrospective
Dear Jared Leto,
I know it’s been a while, but can we talk? It’s just that I’m, well, concerned. I’m not afraid to be vulnerable here. I loved you once. You know that. Every time you tenderly pushed your soft hair back behind your ears, my heart skipped beat. You were my everything. But over the years we grew apart, as people do. I heard you started a band, that’s cool. But why do you wear skirts now? And why all the scarf abuse? Also, so much velvet. So, so much velvet. Really it’s hard for me to talk about it, so I’ll just show you what I mean in hopes that it will open your eyes. I don’t expect to return to what we had. But please, for me, no more harem pants.
I know it’s hard to see the forrest for the trees, and as you are so deep in it, allow me to act as your Ghost of Douche-Mas Past and take you on a journey through the last year of the man formerly know as Catalano’s wardrobe.
Love always,
Yasi
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