Followers of culture are often cursed with a nagging mind. I’ve spent the last few days absorbing stuff, then trying to figure out what I think, what I think I should think, and what I think I think while not entirely sure if I think… Read More
Look at my shoes. Look at my shoes. Oi, you in the Aries top, what’s your problemo son? Look at my fucking shoes. I’m walking around East London and no one is looking at my shoes.
Jacket: Kapital Sweatshirt: Kolor Hat: Mr Fatman Vest: Engineered Garments Trousers: Comme des Garçons Homme Socks: Anonymous-Ism Shoes: Yuketen
I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. A couple of weeks back I bought an entirely unnecessary nylon shoulder holster, quickly followed by a Kolor sweatshirt. My girl was displeased. Why wasn’t I saving? Why do I keep buying… Read More
This is the best blue t-shirt in the world and I own it. I put it on, jam my hands in my pockets and look sullen. My girl laughs at me and I don’t care. In my head I’m in a Ray Petri shoot with… Read More
