Stuart and Andy met about 80 billion years ago in internet time (ok, about 10. What do you want? I’m bad at math) and I took some photos of them this weekend while at the Eaton’s Centre. Here’s the thing: both these guys are, how you say, awkward. They’re both exceptionally wonderful, but goddamn, stick them in front of a camera and they seize up like I just pointed a paintball gun at them. I guess I can’t judge, seeing as my tactic when someone points a camera at me is to start screaming and punching in hopes that they’ll never try to take a photo of me again (not that it works), but whatever. I can judge them on their lack of innate modelling ability and they can judge me for being so ham-fisted with 90% of my life that I might as well have sandwiches for hands.