Ellen, tackling the real issues.
Drawing little birdies this morning.
Baby, I’m yours
And I’ll be yours until the sun no longer shines,
Yours, until the poets run out of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time…
From now on we’ll be using code names.
Utterly adorable, this enchanting double portrait of two rather fetching young men is all the better for the dainty hand-tinted rosy cheeks and pinkness of lips, more often applied to female sitters of the era. What captivating faces they have, each looking out at us with a softly neutral expression but an arresting individuality and charm which defies the passage of time.
Am i the only one who sees victorian Ian and Anthony from Smosh??