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
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