Adam Moss: Legendary editor. ASME winner. Secret masturbatory fantasy of ink-stained wretches on both coasts. Honestly, look at this photo.
Those full lips. The stern eyes. That hair. He seems like he could tear your copy up and stick in twelve more column inches about the best private schools on the Upper East Side and make you beg for more. But something struck us when we read this morning's suggestion that he might be up for the Jim Kelly job at Time (assuming John Huey decides that Tina Brown is too highbrow): Hadn't we seen this picture before? Like, for the last six years? Couldn't we find something more current, something that could show us if the hotness was holding up? Thanks to the kind folks at mediabistro, we could!
What the hell? How are we supposed to jerk off to that? Hasn't this guy read a Strategist piece on New York's best hairstylists? You are in the complete opposite quadrant to "Stylish" and "Doable" in our approval matrix, Adam. You'd better shape up. Because you know what lies down the road you're on?
Don't say we didn't warn you.