You know, I wasn't into Keri Russell
when it was more popular to be. That is to say, I didn't have a hankering to watch her on "Felicity," the show that made her popular with most of the females of my age demographic. Something about the concept of that show stuck me as fundamentally wrong when I was out living the start of my parental-free life. A chick deciding to move so that she could be near a guy who had never shown any interest in her? Yeah, pass. (From what I'm remembering, that's what that show was about, right?) I far more prefer the Russell who emerged after getting married and having her own kid. The Russell who shined and made me like her in WAITRESS. The Russell who has no tits and yet looks smoldering like a motherf*cker in this spread for Esquire magazine. This is the Russell that I grew into liking. Perhaps they should do a "Felicity" show about this chick. That show I'd watch.
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