5/3/11

PHYSICAL ABANDON.


DON'T ASK ME WHEN, BUT ASK ME WHY

Lykke Li's "I know Places" gave me the kind of chills I love in music.

I saw that finnish heavy snow fall right before me once again.

One of those songs not meant for everyday; just like silk bomber jackets, leather hats and sex; precious.

A BEAUTIFUL WHOLE.


1. & 3. Best of Leiden pt. 2. I thought this door was so GUCCI GOTH-worthy? but I don't know how they work, no idea if they curate everything they post, or if it's all sent by people like me, who find doors like this one.

2. Me in jersey, Tiffany's and the oldest, most precious pair of shoes I have.

3. Something SO SO PRETTY by the only girl who understands this way of living. She's the only one who trully makes me feel sometimes like being a bit more like her and a little less like me.

ASPIRATION TOWARDS THE OTHERWORDLY.

SOLEMNLY DECOROUS, LAVISHLY GOTHIC.


 1. & 3. In a COS dress, cropped chinos with a MEGGING sneaking out. IK GA SCHTUK!, ok, "Megging" (Men-legging lolololololol) must be the most idiotic word ever. I know I shouldn't be using it if it eats me up everytime I write it, but I just had to mock it around here.

It's weird how a store like COS can have so much success when so many things in the girls department are so unflattering for women. Now it sounds a bit like: LOOK I ROCK IT BEST...and I do!! but isn't it maybe because I'm a boy? with no curves? no boobs?? no hips???...what are girls nowadays suposed to do with their atributes in a piece like this one? WELL WHATEVER, as long as I don't have to go all the way upstairs to BORINGVILLE (Men department) to desperately find something that'll jump at me screaming: you luuuuuuuuuuuve me, I'm fine with their design tactics.

OR YOU'RE A STICK OR YOU'RE A BOY...OR A STICK BOY...WITH A BIG LOLLIPOP HEAD.

2. Best of Leiden.

LIKE FRENCH WOMEN; LOOK AT ME BUT DON'T LOOK AT ME.


1. Sam Samore. Whispering beauty at a glimpse.

2. Sprayed-on Levi's denim jacket.

Josephine in the audience who had just jumped in the canal behind us after a duck.

5/2/11

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER I LINGER.


I MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! queensday and night! and after queensday night! one city to the other! from party to house party to bumfires!!! it was like it never would stop! and I didn't want it to either! but I had a sore body who couldn't take it anymore, crying for a couple of hours in bed and a shower.

All I have left is a lost jacket and wallet, python-print trousers, platform shoe/sandals and a leather tee; THEN ALL THOSE MEMORIES ALL THOSE FACES ALL THOSE PERFECT YOUTHFUL BLUSHES.

I am oh so thankful I'm not the kind of person yet people approach because of what I do or who I am. Those few who get close, trully get close, even if it's just for a while.

Why do we care?
Why do all these things matter so much?!!
WHILE U'RE AT IT DON'T FORGET TO HAVE FUN!

DEAR DEARS

HOLY OTHERS