I don’t know why…but after a while…it just becomes therapy. There’s a compulsion. It relaxes me.
I hadn’t played with this one for a while. It’s the eyes. The eyes draw me in. By God, he is devastatingly gorgeous.
I need to find out who the photographer of this photo is too.
How can someone this…EXOTIC…be called Jim? It’s too plain. Too ordinary. But then anything else would be too pretentious. But *THAT* look right there SCREAMS “pretentiousness”.
It’s a Laird Dash Fandango moment, surely? And that pose. That signature pose of the time.
Okay, I’m going to bed before I drown in a pool of my own drool. Lol
