Because good things happen to good people and I ate all my vegetables at dinner without pulling a face, Esquire has tried to kill Justin Timberlake with fire. At least that’s how I’m interpreting this cover. And the entire motif. I think the magazine is trying to frame Timberpoop as some kind of tough action hero type; a Tom Cruise Mission: Impossible type, if you will. I’m going to overlook the action hero thing, since it doesn’t really fit the new sci-fi movie he’s promoting. Instead, I’m going to eBay a flamethrower and join in the fun before it’s too late.
Sidenote: Esquire notes alongside its cover, ‘This photo is real. No special effects. No expensive clothing or celebrities were harmed.’ Photos from the shoot below.
