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Long before I became a professional writer and was forced to start adulting, I spent far too much of my adolescence on the chaotic corner of the internet known to many as Stan Twitter. For most of that time, my Twitter was a stan account dedicated to expressing my immense love for Timothée Chalamet, a name that has become so instantly recognizable that he requires no introduction. It began on a random day in 2017, when a paparazzi photo of the actor made its way onto my timeline; it was love at first sight. The rest is history.
That’s the power of a genuine heartthrob: The ability to stop a person in their tracks and capture their undivided attention (and heart). Chalamet comes across as someone who is both effortlessly cool and sexy (bonus points for being a French speaker!), but also approachable. That’s key to his breathtaking appeal.
In the past year, I have had countless discussions with friends about the apparent death (or at least alarming decline) of the dashing Hollywood heartthrob. Each time we try to think of actors who could fit the bill—Jacob Elordi? Miles Teller? Tom Holland?—the only name we could agree on was the only actor who manages to make hearts flutter 365 days a year: Timothée Chalamet.