As Poseidon’s trident controls the waves, so too has this triple-pronged beauty mastered my heart. With the primitive shaving tools at his disposal – I’d like to think this devil-may-care heartthrob just goes at it with a blunt machete – it’s not surprising that he’s had to bleed a little to sculpt this pristine marvel. No pain, no gain.
But this is more than an arousing follicular achievement – this is an artistic statement, an organic depiction of one man’s internal struggle against the conflicting facets of his tempestuous psyche. The will to be a good man is trapped between the imposing, towering manifestations of drug addiction (left) and ruthless ambition (right). The absence of a moustache, the dark ceiling that would forever imprison what remains of his virtuousness, is a sign of hope. He can change.
He can change.