Time passes

I first noticed underwear model Anton Antipov (for it is he) some years ago.


Back then he was a little less beefy, and he sported a hairy chest.


Alas, over the years he has succumbed to the call of the razor, always now presenting himself as a smooth-skinned chicken.


But while his face no longer has that aquiline profile I fell in love with, he still has a sparkly sort of expression.


I'm still smitten by Anton.

I don't care who knows it.