Bradley Cooper is a GQ Cover Boy

Because he’s purty.

Philly homeboy Bradley Cooper gets a GQ cover spread declaring that he’s “A-List Now, Bro.” (We haven’t seen the cover, but GQ’s promoting him as the cover boy, so…) He comes across, well, complicated:

Aside from the drug-enhanced novelist/stockbroker/corporate raider he portrayed in Limitless, Cooper has probably never played a guy as smart as he is in real life. At Georgetown, where he graduated with honors, Cooper wrote his thesis on Nabokov’s Lolita, remembers shedding actual tears in the campus library reading Romeo and Juliet, and still speaks with an eerie recall of and sincere affection for the other writers he read in the English program there. In the backyard of the café, I watch him, moved to something close to joy, recall his first encounter with Paradise Lost.

“Milton, bro? Milton. Fuckin’—that was the end of it. Motherfucker’s 57 or whatever, blind, dictating it to his fucking daughter-nurse—Paradise Lost? I mean, I just couldn’t… That poem fucking killed me. Satan? That character was un-fucking-believable. I could taste him in my mouth, dude, reading that. I really, really, for some reason, connected with that poem.”

“Milton, bro?” is now our personal slogan. Read the whole thing. It’s actually fun, as celebrity profiles go.