I like to imagine that the voices of Alan Rickman, Jeremy Irons, and David Bowie are molten down, ground to a fine powder and sold as medicine for chronic anhedonia.
Strange fascinations, fascinating me: Maggie Smith, theatre, film, and the performing arts in general. Interested in [almost] anything using voice as a vehicle.
Reblogged from rickmanrules
Photo by Carlos Lumiere
I can’t explain it, but I find Rickman absolutely entrancing. Yet another example to support my theory that age and hotness are not mutually exclusive.
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