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.
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.
