The Unbearable Sexiness Of Padma Lakshmi



Padma -- rowr -- at the White House Correspondents Dinner via Fashionweekdaily.

Cunning linguistics be damned, We are officially smitten. Padma is our Kryptonite. It's Lakshmi's world, The Corsair just operates at the margins. Goddam, we love us some Padma Lakshmi. She lights strong fires in our bloodstream, subverting the trajectory of our thoughts. And try as we might we cannot shake the magnetic attraction to her sexy charms. Damn her and her Persian beauty. Padma -- sotto vocce-- call me? From Fashionweekdaily:

"As over 2,500 guests, including Colin Firth, Colin Powell, Celerie Kemble and Boykin Curry, and GQ editor Jim Nelson--who enjoyed a drink at the Palomar Hotel bar before meeting up with Eric Dane--filed into the hotel's ballroom for dinner, Padma Lakshmi's eyes lit up. 'Serving dinner tonight would have made an excellent quickfire challenge,' the Top Chef judge laughed as she took her seat with Glamour magazine."

If only we could light up Padma's eyes like a skillfully-crafted and well-executed Quickfire Challenge. If only we could bedazzle her as Hung's steak-and-eggs combo did last season. No real news here, to be sure, just a self-indulgent excuse to wax fantastic about Our Padma.