By the look of his stache, my best guess is that this photo was snapped sometime around 1973, right at the start of Connery’s awkward-yet-fascinating post-Bond period. It begs the question: Where does a king of the hill go when he leaves the franchise hill from whence he came? Some leave the limelight altogether (Seinfeld comes to mind), some dig deep into their guts and get personal (John, Paul, George and even Ringo) and some do weird films based on Wizard of Oz sci-fi mythos as Connery did with his baffling-yet-rad film Zardoz. If this was Connery’s awkward period professionally, it sure doesn’t appear to have registered on the visage of his personal life, which I’m confident was thriving on levels that most lack the vocabulary to adequately imagine. I’m trying very hard to do so and keep hitting a Bardot-shaped wall.