“You see there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was one known as humanity. Indeed, that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant.. oh fuck it.” – The Grand Budapest Hotel
It was the week that saw the blessed end of 2020 and the quiet beginning of 2021. We are all taking things carefully and gently, a bit more-so than last year based on all the things we’ve learned and all the places the wise ones among us didn’t go. This first recap of the year crosses that calendar threshold, and in it is contained a multitude of recaps and memories, like some Russian nesting doll. Let’s get into this new year by letting the old one go.
A winter poem beneath the icicles.
Mask up. This is far from over.
A New Year’s resolution. The only one I will make.
The wretched awfulness of 2020: Part the First.
The awful wretchedness of 2020: Part the Second.
The frosty start to 2021 came with subtle beauty and quiet calm.
Sparse space and spare style, fit for the new year.
Making pepper nuts from a box.
Shirtless glamour break, wreathed in tinsel.
A rose frag for a winter’s day.
Hunks of the Day included Spencer Treat Clark, Avan Jogia, Brandon Kyle Goodman, and Mark. S King.
