And you thought only 40-something single moms in Nicholas Sparks novels wore denim clam diggers and beige shawl collar sweaters, but WRONG! Zac Efron brought some J. Crew glamour to West Hollywood yesterday when he stomped through with a friend. Doesn’t Zac look like he should be holding hands with Richard Gere and skipping through the grassy beach dunes like the free spirit that he is? You just want to gently lay him on the sand and softly caress his brow with your hand before telling him that he’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen and you never want this summer to end. Don’t get on that ferry, Zac! Stay with us forever.
Zac’s stache might say “butch bitch” but those Beach Blanket Bingo shorts say “tip me over and pour me out.” Bring it, Zac. I swear, Zac is making the clams shut their shells tight with every step that he takes.