Who Couldn’t Love That Smile?

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His cheekbones pronounced, his slight bristle of stubble, his brows immaculately-shaped, he positively glowed from the picture frame.
He could have modeled. Perhaps not on the runway, for his demeanor was too humble, too approachable. He lacked the stark, cold angularity usually reserved for runway types – those exiguous flesh mannequins, paid to shut up and look fierce, or bored, or merely apathetic.
But he could be useful on some poster or brochure selling a car, or a vacation, or a cup of coffee.
Did his girlfriend ever say things like, “You have such a nice face, you should be on television?”
Did he give modeling a go?
Was he chewed up and spit out by the heartless fashion industry?
Did he write postcards from a broken-down Los Angeles motel room?
Or was he simply happy being who he was? A bank manager, newly promoted, newly moved into a two-bedroom, Yaletown address, newly murdered?

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Every horror story has victims and monsters.

imagesSome great mind conceived, in times self-obsessed upon creative genius, the horrid comedy unfolding moment by moment around us.

262587959_1545173We all, from the chattering masses of giggling girls adorned with glittered cosmetics, cosmo-politan branded attire, handbags and clutches, and fingernails; to the brash and brazen boys with wooden smiles, and plastic, remote controlled personalities; we all bounce and bound off walls in attempt to wrap mind around the big picture, to little avail.

tumblr_nzqvezedse1uc0ww3o1_500We cannot see the forest entire in all the clutter, noise and business. The message is lost amidst the crossfire of orders given, driven, shouted and whispered, with varying degrees of urgency.

The point is not here, not present in this chaos. One might feel half-compelled to lament the loss of meaning in a fragrant, expensively eye-catching mushroom cloud that mars the landscape of a new enlightenment.aa94ab3409dafd673c59f2fd3a4f7012

Too busy comparing summer vacations in Vietnam, and winter trips to Vegas, cellular phones, and stylists, or expressing opinions on the artistic merit of the latest series finale – which was, of course, the most important piece of fiction ever captured on screen, and will no doubt live on for eternity.00fc70e2c76557bf6e420c965877b70d

We won’t bother shedding tears for this latest lame horse, saddled and whipped, and loosed from the gates of Hollywood to batter itself against track and fence to gain praise and favour.

We won’t waste worry or care for the car wreck, loud and destructive it may be, for we know that soon the cacophony will cease, the horse will die, the wreck will be cleared, and we can go about our lives until the next catastrophe goes to camera.