Trains, films, architecture, my photography, and interminable pictures of small winkies. A veritable snack. And all for the positively very last time. Enjoy it while you can.
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Contemplative
One of the most important pieces of gay iconography from my youth...
No idea if Flandrin was gay, or if his model was, or what the story is at all, actually. But it still makes me go a bit goose-bumpy.
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