Favorite Pic of the Day for January 21st

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Bodo by Mark Montovio
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Happy Birthday today January 21st

Mild does a body good!

Check out more of birthday boy Nicky Sura Teerakol HERE: and more of today's birthday's HERE:

Just Because: Inauguration Day

The mis-step with the bangs aside, although I a bigger supporter of Hillary, I truly admire and respect the Obama family. This morning however, as I watched their arrival for the service at St. John's Episcopal Church, I could not help but be a bit distracted by the Presidents gum chomping. I know it is a small thing, but I could not help but wonder why Obama did not get rid of it before getting out of the car to greet the Bishop. Such a small thing I know, but it drew my focus away from the majesty of the event. It had me again thinking about those bangs and love em or hate em (I don't like them), such small, unimportant details very often draw one's attention away from bigger things. Obama's second term swearing in is a huge event, yet almost every news organization has spent more time this past week on his wives hair than any other issue surrounding the day.

Distractions are as big a part of life, and politics, in 2013 as the living of the life itself.

A Tear And A Smile: Bodo by Mark Montovio

A Tear & A Smile

by Khalil Gibran

The Beauty Of Death:

Part 1- The Calling

Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and

Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;

Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and

Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;

Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,

And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead.

Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired;

Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit;

Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart.

Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for

It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests.

Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers

Raise their crowns to greet the dawn.

Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light

Between my bed and the infinite;

Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of

Her white wings.

Come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips.

Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers;

Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me;

Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes,

And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath.

The words written on 23 year old Bodo by photographer Mark Montovio are not just the beginning of the 1914 poem, they were the beginnings of getting to know the work of Lebanese artist, poet and writer Khalil Gibran.

Some of you might recognize Bodo whom I profile back in 2010 as he was getting ready for Manhunt International. Bodo, a firm favourite throughout the nine day programme leading to the final in Taiwan, ended up as the 1st runner up and also took the award for best Runway model. Thanks to Mark Montovio from Mount Photography for sharing the images with FH!

Bottoms & Tops

The most recent shot of Bieber baring,(usually released by Bieber himself) cracked the rounds on Instagram this weekend, then forums, sites and blogs. I know most of the discussion was on the bottom but I was more interested in the discussion of the top.


Springfield

Although most comments included adjectives to describe the half moon, a few made reference to his wife-beater. For some reason, I cannot bring myself to say this word a loud. I don't consider myself a prude, but unless it on the torso of Chris Brown, the word bugs me. It is not my age, even as a teen I hated it. If you have ever known, or loved a woman degraded by bruises and humiliation, or known a man, usually overweight with his gut hanging below the shirt, the idiot whose fist created that bruise, you too might struggle to have the word slip easily off your tongue.

Efron

I love the actual piece of clothing, for a log time it has covered some of my favorite bodies.  Sleeveless sounds so formal, undershirt so dated. and guinea tee requires too much explanation, even after the laughing subsides. I know many call it a tank top, but I associate that term more with women, does it apply to men as well? Any suggestions of alternative words would be welcomed!

Bieber