This outfit is a real vacation vibe. The Birks, the jaunty hat, the leopard, the rolled-up pants... this is the hipster who makes artisanal cocktails at a bar in his backyard that he put together out of reclaimed furniture, juices everything by hand, and announces he can make you a signature cocktail based solely on 15 seconds of gazing into your eyes and a sniff of your nape. He of course still won't understand the female orgasm.

I love how patiently and distantly he waits on this curb. Do we think the lady in the photo has seen and/or recognized him, and is pretending to play Candy Crush while actually photographing him for posterity/to send to her mother?

That scarf and his RBG shirt are a YES from me.

Here Is Your Chris Pine Fix

Slightly belated.