As all the weekdays I´m supposed to handle something and every day I feel like deserve a drink. So, this is yesterdays outfit. I just love when people leave their clothes. Scarf from italy, jacket von Schweden and il Basques I stole at a film set.
/Emilio
Ps. So, finally Julius is arriving to the scene; didn´t think he was man enough for a moment. Ds.
Didn´t catch a flight again and obviously this time I really regret it. 15 hours on a lousy buss trying to drink some spastic cough medicine with bourbon, now I cough even more.
In Gothenburg for work and it seems to be even worse than before. Baby M you should see their summer dress codes it´s bloody dreadful! Nothing seems like it´s on the right place, if you know what I mean; and I thought German women where bad (they are). I long to go to Stockholm to see if all of Sweden can´t dress in the heat. I recon the answer is yes.
In the picture is as you see well known supermodel, good friend and musical expressionista Alexander Mola; I long for more picture from our Metro shoot soon will appear on the blog. Though I have to say I don´t look like I have eaten other things than Döners for some time… late beach 2010, here I come, or maybe… eh.
May not seem much washing clothes though the pick up potential is amazing, so preparation is the key. This bag is not just a bag, it´s a vintage Orvis sport bag I found for a bargain price in Stockholm (I was furiously hung over and didn´t really have the money for it) almost climbing over the Swedish disease Pernilla Wahlgren: “The bitch aint gonna get it!”. With your clothes in that the rest of your wear can be all black (imagine hearing that from me).
Last night I was high rolling among the tourist at Club de visionaire, which reminds me in a scary way of a yacht club for junkies and hookers. Sitting by the river smoking pot with manors though. At one point of the night a friend went to find my a gin tonic and came back with something looking exactly like one. First taste made me suicidal. The drink was a scam called ginger vodka; what has gone with the world, people drinking filthy coffee drinks and surreal fake GTs, I feel lonely darling, help me, come home. Whatever happened to rum & Pepsi and cocaine on the bathroom?
Had company home with to filthy Frenchmen trying to tell me to clean my act. I told them to fucking learn English first and then tell me again.
Ps. Came to think about inspirations and founds this brilliant clip Ds.
Sitting on a floor in Gothenburg wondering what the world has turned out be. Wheres my Champagne? you know. Noodles, cheap beer and ugly skins with cartoons on their arms. Unfaboulus, uncool, unbrave. They where all looking at me (they always do). Miss u baby;
Tough look at this pick, I always fancy standing besides someone that you´re seriously taller then, it makes your legs look longer. You should try it close up boy.
This is obviously not a picture from Gothenburg, you can tell in my happy face that it´s the Berlin spirits.
