Joe Alwyn Seemingly Recreates Taylor Swift’s ‘Reputation’ Photoshoot
On Monday (February 10), the British actor shared a photo to his Instagram Stories that looked a lot like a photoshoot his girlfriend did for her Reputation Stadium Tour in 2018. In the pic, he's seen cover his face with his hands exactly as Swift does. Plus, his photo was taken on a polaroid, which might be an ode to her 1989 album.
Whether or not the image was just a coincidence remains unknown, but Swift fans are loving the similarities.
Meanwhile, Alwyn isn't the only one to show Swift's Reputation album some love. Halsey took to her Instagram Stories to share a poem the Lover hitmaker wrote called "Why She Disappeared."
In it, Swift discussed the downfall of her reputation and how the drama made her stronger. She also recited the poem before performing the track "Getaway Car" on the Reputation Stadium Tour.
You can read Swift's "Why She Disappeared" poem, below:
When she fell, she fell apart.
Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated
as a child with sidewalk chalk
When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away
with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends
When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink
forming the words of a thousand voices
Echoes she heard even in her sleep:
"Whatever you say, it is not right."
"Whatever you do, it is not enough."
"Your kindness is fake."
"Your pain is manipulative."
When she lay there on the ground,
She dreamed of time machines and revenge
and a love that was really something,
Not just the idea of something.
When she finally rose, she rose slowly
Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies
Wary of phone calls and promises,
Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes
When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness
Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck
Bathed in her brokenness
Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor
she never knew she needed
Standing broad-shouldered next to her
was a love that was really something,
not just the idea of something.
When she turned to go home,
She heard the echoes of new words
"May your heart remain breakable
But never by the same hand twice"
And even louder:
"without your past,
you could never have arrived-
so wondrously and brutally,
By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance
And in the death of her reputation,
She felt truly alive.