I understand that, given his history, we're lucky Johnny Depp didn't wear ratty jeans and a panama hat to the London premiere of Sweeney Todd. That's a small victory, and I'm sure we all accept it gratefully, because he's too pretty to wander around looking like a lost tobacco farmer.
But. There is always a but.
[Photo: Splash News]
Is it just me, or is Johnny Depp just now realizing that the Demon Tailor of Fleet Street gave him such high-waisted pants that he's starting to chafe in strange places?
In addition to your shortened torso, Johnny, don't think I didn't see those scuffed Doc Martens hiding under there. Or the belt that may once have been wrapped around a hay bale. I was simply momentarily thrown by how the ensemble threw off your proportions. I'm sure there's a Demon Pharmacist somewhere that has a salve to take care of any evil, unexpected chapping; as for dealing with your Demon Stylist, I'm afraid you're on your own.
