Oct
29th
Thu
29th
Mr. Belvedere and I, circa 1990. I was never an awfully cute kid, but this was a particularly off day. I look special. And traumatized. OH WAIT maybe it’s because (you can’t tell from the photo) Mr. Belvedere was in a WHEELCHAIR and that really fucked me up. My grimace is the snapshot of a three year old’s crushed dreams. It’s the end of innocence. As far as I was concerned, he was a swanky TV butler in real life too, but this reality squashed the illusion. Mr. Belvedere, with his man-fupa and (North Face?) cardigan, just seemed like some other’s kid’s grandpa. Imagine the face I woulda made if he DIDN’T have a british accent.
FUN FACT: the man in the tapered-leg tracksuit is Robert Wagner. for reals