As beautiful as ever. Yeah, I know, he’s prolly straight. But a cat can look at a queen, no?
Exquisite. Look at the lamps, the panels in what I assume is the lift but may not be, the beautifully curved marble floor patterns, the flower traceries above the door, the classic art nouveau railings of the second flight of stairs.
I don’t know who made this picture, so I cannot give attribution. I think it’s absolutely marvellous and entirely satisfying.
How beautiful young men can be! Old men like me are, well, not beautiful :-). We may be wiser and kinder (actually, I think I’m actually grumpier than I was when I was young) but our hair is grey, our face lined, and every year our body succumbs a bit more to gravity. Am I a better person than I was at 25? Yes. At least I hope so. Am I as good looking? No. I know so. But I wouldn’t change anything. Except my sore knees! Understanding myself and those around me is worth every wrinkle, every grey hair, every unwanted kilo.
Si jeunesse savait, si vieillesse pouvait!