Ah, youth! Fleeting, fading, gone! To the left we have two young bucks, with the world at their feet and their futures still ahead of them. So cute, riiiight? To the right: two wizened husks, two sad old queens, two purse-lipped homos with nothing but saggy boobs, saggy sphincters and ever-tightening face-lefts to look forward to. Oh, Valentino! Oh Giancarlo! Your half-century of love is inspiring humbling depressing to think about.