I have fondness of old things, as the three vintage
typewrites on my bookshelves attest. Collecting old photographs, especially
snapshots is one of my hobbies. They absolutely fascinate me. That moment of
time and place they preserve is like a single line ripped out of a narrative,
full of subtext and potential.
So I decided to dig into my collection and use it to
celebrate men. There will be no explicit content, because, sadly, I don't own
any. Just plain old men, and not even gay. Although if your imagination runs away
with you, dear blog reader, I can't stop you. In some cases it doesn't take much,
like with these two goofballs:
Erm, no, it really doesn't, do it?! :)
ReplyDeleteNot a single naughty thought crossed my mind, I swear. Oh, those skinny legs.
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