The world isn’t right unless “Leather Queen” by the Mary Jane Girls blasts out of someone’s car whenever Justin Theroux and his 24-year-old hipster little brother Sebastian strut their leather-covered asses down the street.
Here’s Justin and his brother Sebastian in NYC yesterday looking like the kind of bikers who always carry a small cordless flat iron and a tiny jar of pomade in their pockets, because the wind is a bitch and always knocks their locks out of place. I’d like to think that Justin and Sebastian strapped on their leather jackets to pay tribute to the fallen leather gay bar Rawhide. Their tribute isn’t complete unless at least one of them is wearing a studded leather jock strap and a sphincter ring. (Tip of the hour: Don’t check Google images for “sphincter piercing.”)