Pan, Panic, Panned.

It's funny. We can prance all we want, but sometimes all the preening in the world can't help. We inevitably miss the parsley in the teeth at a first introduction, we enter the elevator with our zippers partially complete, we lint brush for days but accidently slide the outside of the black cashmere through a deoderant streak. We mark ourselves accidentally, we are all human. Those who obtain a constant state of perfection are amazing to me, but I know that that state comes with a hefty pricetag or even a heftybag full of neurosis that get you there. Sexiest Man Alive seen here brushing on the go, sans H20.