The Armada did their thing again, posing for wet and shirtless for Spanish Elle.
What can we conclude?
(1) The Armada is hot.
(2) Jeans > Sarongs. I mean, I know we call him Florence but putting him in a skirt was just wrong.
(3) As much as anyone with a brain hates Abercrombie, we have to thank them for introducing the hip-crack to the world. Because seriously, it is a glorious thing.
I honestly don't know what to make of this picture. All I know is that the sarong should not be there. And I don't even mean that in a "OOH! LET'S LOOK AT NEKKID FER!" way. It is wet, it is clingy, it is see through, and it is gross.
Even Tommy's pointing and laughing.
It's really the pink flops that elevate this picture from "Daveed contemplates the meaning of life" to "Shit. What the hell happened last night..." awesomeness.
