Yes, its John Hancock, yes it is his grave, but look at those eyes.  Don’t they say “I don’t give a damn!”:

That the best way to take a photo is to have the subject be a mile away and you catch them in some unguarded moment of contemplation.

Forget all that.  What if the subject has a sword?  And what if they pose for you willingly?  I mean really willingly.  What do you do?  Tell him to go away?  No way.

You snap away!:

He’s the world’s most photogenic man:

Enjoy:

The fact that these three lovely ornaments are pointing in different directions was just coincidence:

I love old books.  If were Karl Lagerfeld and lived in a large castle on the Avenue Foch in Paris, the shelves of said castle would be lined with old books.  I don’t live in Paris yet and Mr Lagerfeld does not seem to be of the marrying kind, so for now I must satisfy myself with pictures of the books:

Well, I can’t drive.  There are various reasons for why I don’t drive, but if I could drive any of these vehicles, I’d totally drive all the time.  Of course I’d be alive during the 1920s and have to be really rich:

After the celebrating, only ephemera.  After the celebrating, only stars:

I assume this dog is happy, but also this is probably the way he looks in the middle of a dead sleep:

Sad eyed cars: