Kind of eye-candy, kind of something my eyes can bear every minute of every single day I dare to wake up for. Nothing new, same old mashed and smashed, but it works. Is it all that hi-level mags have to propose nowadays. I'm not in a mood for complaining, I'm in awe seeing it, but I fully wonder. Well, I should just leave aside my hopes and little furious and vapid standards, and enjoy it. But parts of me say no.