Poor Morrissey

Poor Morrissey. Didn’t the artist know it was REM who wrote I Am Superman? (via The Post-Punk on Behance)

Poor Morrissey. He’s been Chola-fied.

Chola MOZ

Poor Morrissey. Again, with the shirt.

You, sexy boy.

Poor Morrissey. Johnny Marr is hugging him.

Poor Morrissey. Turned into book covers.

Poor Morrissey. Johnny Marr won’t hug him back.

Morrissey

The Smiths’ underrated classic “Jean”.

Poor Morrissey. He’s not sure what happiness means.

Poor Morrissey. He’s no saint.

Poor Morrissey. We never can tell if he likes Morrissey or hates Morrissey.

Poor Morrissey. He's embarrassed about being into leather.

Interviewer:: No. Tell me about cars. Aren't cars very male?
Morrissey:: They are, but I'm afraid we all have our idiosyncracies, and one of mine... as a child of the sixties, when the seats of cars were made entirely of leather, to me there was something highly erotic about actually being in a car... I've always found cars highly erotic.
Interviewer:: Why? Because they go vroom vroom, and you can switch them on and switch them off when you want?
Morrissey:: No, no --- not the driver's seat... there was just something about the old leather seats...
Interviewer:: So you're into leather?
Morrissey:: Y-y-e... next question.