Connect the dots
Connect the dots, quick!
Faggotry in Motion coming up… ;)
PS. Marc Jacobs, I love you. Please adopt me and make me your muse. Think Karl Lagerfeld and Lady Amanda Harlech.
Someone’s playing with tulle and poster paint! I’m sorry for the lack of updates. I’m working on a new video and I have 12 hours to do it or else I’m gonna be eliminated on this year’s gay bloggies!
Photo via V Magazine.
I’ve got paint all over my hands and I have major styling to do but it’s gonna be fun, trust me. If you can guess who sent netting on models’ heads for spring 2008 I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek and an oreo cookie.
I love you all!
Black is whack!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Jacket and shirt? Please. I’m not fooling anybody. We all know I’m no big fan of minimalism so this is the usual ol’ me.
Let’s try orange again.
This time, let’s go a few shades lighter. I also shaved my legs. They’re itching like mad but this is the price to pay. I know I should get them waxed but I didn’t have enough time today so no doubt, tonight, I’ll have those nasty rashes. Last time I shaved my pubes in its entirety it felt good… my crotch felt smoother than a baby’s arse but hella I got rashes the following day that looked like herpes. Does anyone know what I could do to make the rash go away?
Anyway, click click click for a few more pics.
I don’t know which one is scarier — the outfit or the stare? I was asked to wear something orange for an online thingie and to be honest with you, my closet doesn’t have space for (and cannot tolerate) the colour orange. It’s just not my colour. In fact, I only have like 4 or 5 orange-y things: a sweater, a polo shirt, a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved tee. I think that’s about it.
Do you have lots of orange-y things? What colour do you loathe?
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger!
Work it, make it, do it, makes us harder, better, faster, stronger! Th-th-that that don’t kill me. Can only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now. Cause I can’t wait much longer. I know I got to be right now. Cause I can’t get much wronger. Man I’ve been waitin’ all night now, that’s how long I’ve been on ya.
So my friend made me a cute little baby (or should I say XL) tee. I told her on the phone that we should make a little business out of it.
Click click click and tell me who wore it best!
Out with the old and in with the older.
Someone’s getting his jawline back.
MEOW!! Big pictionary after the jump. Click click click!
People always tell me I walk too fast. Whenever I’m with someone or a group of people, I’m usually several feet ahead of the pack and it’s not unusual for me to stop halfway and look behind me to see where they are.
While walking inside the mall (restaurant/cafe areas)…
Friend: I’m looking at people to see if they are looking at you.
Me: *beams with excitement* OMG I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE LOOK AT ME! Are there lots of people looking at me?
Friend: Not really, no.
Me: What, are they blind… immuned at my faggotry?
<30 seconds later>
Friend: Well, the waiters are looking at you.
OH SNAP! HAHAHHAHHAHHAH!