James Franco is everywhere these days. And he is looking a little under the weather. He looks scruffy, frumpy and really tired. And understandably, if I were doing my Masters, writing a short stories compilation book, starring in a soap opera, directing my own side projects and potentially having an Oscar nod for cutting my own arm in 127 hours, I would be too. So last night, when I stumbled upon this Gucci ad (which I had forgotten), I saw the old Franco, the way I remembered him when I fell in love with him in Tristan and Isolde.
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