made my way back home from the best place in town aka. coffee-corner-slash-used-book-store called reading lights and somehow managed to spot this stylish jacket i swore i had seen months ago in the vintage market. denim jackets with hoodie, for me, are special, especially when its faux-fur-adorned, as in this man's case. snapped a picture using my camera phone while sitting behind my lovely l'il bro on the motorcycle, by the way, and after the shot he asked me casually with an imaginary squint i imagined from the tone of his voice, "did you just take... a picture?", which i instantly replied with a shy, not to mention faux-casual answer, "yes. the night view's good isn't it?". we then both laughed.
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on a side note, thanks to lovely dorothy who granted this blog a bonk-ava award.
last but not least (ahem), i'm so excited for the enthusiastic responses in my previous post about pete doherty (yes, after those long, flowery, faux-rose-colored descriptions about him. he-he), it was kind of refreshing to find that there are actually cool people out there (like you guys), who understand quite a lot about how complicated he is as an artist.
cool girls from STOCKHOLM AND SOUTH asked whether he's just simply gross or a man with such high sex appeal; well, that's the difficult part because... yes, he's a mess, and there's no way i'd be willing to live his life, but as an artist, he's surely prolific. almost a genius, perhaps, and the best thing from him is that he had also written a book of his personal writings, which basically means that he has that evil-genius-self-desctructive-visionary-artist genes in himself, and that's sexy. that makes him a sexy mess (a bad role model too, yes ;) )
