Because he so often looks like a homeless person coming down from a three-day bender, it's easy to forget that when Colin Farrell cleans up, he cleans up well. Real well. I love that he mixed this shit up with a plaid vest. I love Colin Farrell no matter what he's wearing. I love Irish dudes, especially ones with a potty mouth like Colin. Whenever I see C-Farr I want to hop on a plane to Dublin and meet him in the city's Temple Bar area for a pint or twelve. After beers we'll head back to his place for breakfast, lunch and dinner. If you've seen Colin's sex tape you know what that means. And you know why Mr. Farrell has a special place in my heart. And other places too.
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