Charles Dickens could not have written a better opening line for ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ than that oft-quoted chestnut which perfectly encapsulates this past summer. Best and worst of times in one deliriously-winding roller-coaster of a sunny season, it was equal parts fun and fright. The weather was glorious, and we’ve been spoiled when it comes to sunny weekends, but beneath the pretty veneer darker happenings marred the months that were supposed to be so carefree.
Things began, as they always do, in June.
Tom Hiddleston got mired in the mess that is Taylor Swift.
A night of ‘Fun’ theater, because we’re only human.
By the time July arrived, we were deep in the madness, but there were glimmers of hope.
At least it smelled pretty.
The Delusional Grandeur Tour continued with Samsara, Healing, and Water.
Madonna’s most summery album, ‘True Blue’, turned 30 years old.
Adam Lambert put on a sexy shirtless show.
(Naked) Ode on a Grecian Urn.
A Tom Daley treat.
Summer Special Guest Blog: Colin MacArthur.
This Messiah came in the summer.
Spring thaw in summer…
Salvation in summer.
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