More from Berlin – Suicide Circus

Party Posers

If only all of us could afford to hire a Mikey Mouse.
Or to even to one day come across our aunt Steph being drunk enough to wear Mikey’s costume to entertain our friends.
Thats why good parties are rare.

THANKS COBRA SNAKE

http://www.thecobrasnake.com/partyphotos/bluecrush/IMG_1254.html

hola-fucking-fashion-week!

Chez Ponystep in Paris was not the big model boy field that was expected. Dominted only by 4 who were casually living up to the reputation of what guys who have chosen a model’s career “should” act like. They failed to change the stupid stereotype.

They were nice enough, but I was too busy watching the way one of them moved, rather than concentrating on their unsuccessful shit-chat. Trying to steal some dance moves for my time at the festival seemed like time better spent.

Lessons learned from boy models:

-Move sculpted biceps slowly, with the intention of decepting people around you into thinking that you actually like/know this song very very well. Basically imagine you composed the damn bass!
-Next, wear a majorly oversized tank top and get some tattoos to excentuate your hot biceps
-Now, the most exciting bit: accessorising. You may choose a bowler hat, (that looks really idiotic on ANYONE who wears it, including you, but you like-LOVE it). Or you may wear a cap and turn it backwards.

Life is one big fucking party of free drinks then. So I will try it.

ENJOY

ps, noted, the guy from the Teenagers (again) and Gareth Pugh who must have been on London party-time, and left at 3. It’s until the first metro HERE, daaahling! lol

xxx