Dashing and dapper Lord Cock-a-snoot here really is a refined, redballed dreamboat. Plucked from the annals of that hotbed of high fashion The Sartorialist, he is - shock horror!- a ginger model parading his wares on the catwalk alongside lantern-jawed normhairs with considerable aplomb. Working a manicured moustache that would cut glass and a pout (Ginger Steel) that could startle a herd of wildebeests, he looks like he has just dropped out of an Evelyn Waugh novel - but this chap is more 'Redhead Revisited' than 'Brideshead Revisited'. Look at his lithe gait, his au courant blazer, his porcelain hands that were chiseled out of....er...porcelin, and most of all his rakish stare, a look that says: "We shall pass the day quaffing vodka gimlets on the lawn, gorging on pigeon terrine, enjoying inebriated games of croquet and then, as evening debuts, I will ravish you with my resplendent womb ferret." Maybe he'll leave out the last bit.Right: Zooginger walking around looking awesome in cool clothes, cos that's his job.
