Hey There, Good Lookin’

When the melancholy blooms, I turn to my Black and White Time Machine for a soft poke to my brain.

Here’s a handful of handsome mystery men; their stories unknown.

I bet he was a smooth talker with smooth cigarettes. What a gent.

A day in the country made easy by those swoon worthy long lashes.

Cigarettes and impeccably coiffed hair. I'm sensing a theme here.

Retro hotties lounging like cats in the sun.

This is Ben. Or so says the writing on the back of the photograph. He's probably the strong, silent type.

These boys are trouble.