Phew, this place is DEAD. Let's revive it with some new Nicky photos!!!!



( More of Nick, up close and personal. )

Big thanks to the lovely celticblade, who took all of these beauties. View her whole set from the evening here!

I can't belieeeve bachelorettia hasn't posted this yet.



From the new ff.co.uk!

Because, oh man, how adorable does he look?

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Nick's episodes of Schexing air in Germany on the 4. April 2008 and 11. April 2008 and he plays some cheeky lad called Robert Chattan who does some flirting which I think would be hilarious to see.

( Schexing this way )

EDIT: Read all about here: http://www.br-online.de/land-und-leute/thema/schexing/folge_9.xml and remember that Google translator is your friend.

Photographer: Laura Lui.

clappingclappingclappiiiiing!

Thanks to Lionel Aboukrat on Flickr.

From artforum.com: Dealer Kim Light and Nicky. Photo by Andrew Bernadini.

"What's that? slacken_ties is gone and I've got the most popular Franz community on Livejournal? MWAHAHAHA. And wooooo! *hair flip*"


Click the image for a bigger version! And thanks to maria clara diniz on Flickr.

Woohooooo! Raise your drink in glee! We made it through another brilliant Nickmas! Ahh, there were dizzying highs and stunning lows, and apparently Alex and I either went for a dip in the pool or had sweaty, sweaty sex somewhere in the midst of it all. But we did it! Here's to us and our glorious post-coital glows! Ja, that pool thing was all a rouse. I'm sure none of you saw through it. You know me too well, ladies. You know me tooooo well.

On the twelfth day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( twelve hours of napping, eleven crazy bike rides, ten weird outfits, nine pony sightings, eight brand new Franz songs, seven Scottish tour dates, six petting zoos, five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Woooo! Watch out for us, we're having fun! I'm playing guitar! On a stage! With my very best mate in the whole wide world, Alex! And my lady trousers are much too tight! This is the best day ever! Well, not as good as the other day, when we went to the petting zoo. They had llamas. You can't beat llamas. You can beat a Greek until he begs for a shag, but not a llama. That's what I always say. Okay, I never say that. But it's still true!


On the eleventh day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( eleven crazy bike rides, ten weird outfits, nine pony sightings, eight brand new Franz songs, seven Scottish tour dates, six petting zoos, five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Gott in HIMMEL. Apologies for the delay today, ladies, but Photobucket was telling me to Photofuckit and instead I've been dealing with this weirdo Greek all day. He's all, "Look at me! Aren't I hilarious? Look at this face! And this one! Isn't it funny when I do this with my finger?" I'd like to show him a particular finger. And I will, if he doesn't put that finger where it belongs. Gott, I'm filthy when I'm bored.


On the tenth day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( ten weird outfits, nine pony sightings, eight brand new Franz songs, seven Scottish tour dates, six petting zoos, five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

I know I'm quite a striking sight, ladies, but believe it or not, I'm not just standing here looking broody, pensive and hot for the mere purpose of giving you heart palpitations. I'm actually wondering what I'm going to get the others for Christmas! I mean, Nickmas! What is this Christmas, anyway? Sounds like a made-up holiday to me. Nickmas is better. Besides, who wouldn't want to worship these cheekbones, am I right? Ja, I am right. A Nickmas miracle!


On the ninth day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( nine pony sightings, eight brand new Franz songs, seven Scottish tour dates, six petting zoos, five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Mmm, look at this fine slice of Nickmas beefcake. Ja, none of that queer fruitcake for Nickmas, only German-bred BEEFCAKE. Jealous much, boys? Parker, Bjork and Nerd over here can't compete with my butch self, what with my bursting biceps and pectorals, and this haircut that I obviously did myself. You can't get much more manly than that. Parker, what on earth are you doing, anyway? Is this your way of inviting me to climb you like a tree? Very tempting. But I'm so big and strong, you might fall over. Or I might fall into you... over and over and over. Hmm. That would be awesome a pity, ja?


On the eighth day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( eight brand new Franz songs, seven Scottish tour dates, six petting zoos, five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Ahhh, this is the life. Getting back to nature... hanging out with a hillbilly who can't afford denim to clothe his knees. To be honest, I have no idea how I got here. I just woke up on the bus and we were here by the lake with this redneck. He appears to be doing some kind of interview... but I reckon that's all a rouse. This going to take a Deliverance sort of turn, isn't it? Mein gott. Quick, Alex, hit him with that sandcastle pail! Nein, don't SMILE COYLY. You bloody Greek, you're going to get us all killed! Take the blond Englishman! He's chubby-cheeked and pure! Well, not really pure. Which is my fault. But he's pretty! The cheeks! The cheeeeeks!


On the seventh day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( seven Scottish tour dates, six petting zoos, five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Welcome back to Nickmas! ACCEPT NO IMITATIONS, LADIES. I am the only one who can bring you true Nickmas cheer in the form of arse shots, sexy frolicking and references to fellatio. Now, if you'll excuse me, Alex gave me this chocolate Nickmas microphone to eat! Mmm, delicious. Open wide!


On the sixth day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( six petting zoos, five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Ohhh, it's a sexy and debonair Nickmas this year, isn't it? Ja, just look at me. I am truly beautiful. Especially when I slick my hair back and tilt my head all cocky-like and give you ladies a sultry stare. It's not often that I get to hold this stare for very long. I'm usually attacked by mouth-foaming fangirls or horny bandmates after about 2.3 seconds. Who can blame them? You're not going to find a sexier schnitzel around here than me. Unless you go to the Ultra Sexy Schnitzel Shop. In which case, they might have a sexier schnitzel... UNTIL THEY START STOCKING ME. AHAHAHA. Wait, what are we talking about?


On the fifth day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( five sexy fliiiiings! Four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Gott, you're all back again for more, aren't you? You ladies can be so demanding. I know I'm a sex symbol, but honestly. No wonder the photographers never leave us alone. I am TRYING to eat my dinner, here! All I wanted was a relaxing meal served out of tupperware and then to kick back, relax and watch some dinner theater of Bob and Andy going at it like two horny English squirrels, but nooooo. Gott in himmel, I want my squirrel shag, damn it!!


On the fourth day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( four flying drummers, three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

"So, Alex Kapranos. Are you enjoying Nickmas thus far?"
"Ehm... immensely. Why are you interviewing us?"
"I'll be asking the questions, Mr Kapranos. Now tell me, is it true that you're a slag who can't get enough of it?"
"...Enough of what?"
"STOP ASKING QUESTIONS. Is it also true that you're thinking about licking my deliciously sculpted arms right now, which my t-shirt shows off oh so deliciously?"
"You said deliciously twice."
"Is it true that you're a balding old man?"
"NICK, that's not very--"
"We'll let the viewers decide for themselves. Back to you, Ron!"


On the third day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( three recorded rivers, two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV!! )

Ehm... can I help you? Oh, right, it's you ladies again, come to partake in another lively day of Nickmas. Gott, there's a lot of you. 234 ladies in dire need of a hot Nicholas injection. And this year it's even more dire because my dear bandmates and I haven't been out and about bunch. You've all been deprived of my chiseled jaw and bright eyes and massive cock, you poor things! You're probably wondering what I've been up to. Obviously, Bob stopped showering, Alex shunned the benefits of botox and Paul went completely mad and maimed his own neck, but what about me, you ask! What about meeeee?

On the second day of Nickmas, my true love gave to me: ( two synthesizers and a kilt worn on German TV! )