The place in the town where I take my pictures.
The week before Christmas -- assuming all goes to plan -- will be all men, all the time.
It is my last and most special cadeaux for you, from them, you will be surprised, amused, entertained, enchanted, and deeply touched by what they have to say and how they say it.
Of this I can promise you.
On The Calendar For The Week Ahead:
Lundi: James explains. A reprint of last year's Christmas post by the divine Man of the '50s.
Mardi: The Trad gives us some guidance and advice.
Mercredi: Photographs. (That's all I can tell you.)
Jeudi: A tale for the season, written by someone exceptionally special in my life. You'll see.
Vendredi: Men I love or really, really, really like talk about their best and worst Christmas presents.
AND then, they tell us what they would give the love of their lives. You will be surprised, enthralled, delighted, and more.
(Some of the men I have known for the better part of my life, and they are responsible for the better parts of my life -- in a different way, so are my newest friends. )
Samedi: Christmas Day