"Twisting and slouching in the restaurant’s banquette now, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of diligently worked abdomen, Jacobs looks hungry—not for a meal, but for contact, connection, recognition. He scans the room—surely there must be someone he knows…. Superstar hairstylist Oribe has already come and gone; is there not a stranger here who’d care to drop by? Getting up to go have another cigarette, Jacobs turns to the woman at the next table. “Nice dress,” he says. “It’s yours,” she replies. “I know!” he says, delighted."

— GQ Blog on men.style.com

3:27 pm  •  21 April 2008