Rye Cleans Up.

For someone with such a filthy mind, he cleans up nicely. It is seriously way too rare that we get to objectify him in quite this way. Lathered up, stark naked, bathed in sunshine. I just love the way the water spins off all his parts. We think you will too.

Also, of note, outdoor showers are basically the best places in existence.

Right after I snapped this picture, I said, aloud, "Hellooo, forearms."

There is something about the juxtaposition of weathered wood panels and this man's body that makes me start fanning myself with nearby objects. It got hot in here, right? It wasn't just me?

Er, did you need any help lathering up again? I'd be happy to help. Just saying.

Who else is ready to start campaigning for the inclusion of outdoor showers in all future Brooklyn construction projects?