Be warned – on these photos I am in my “total-lack-of-posing” mood. I felt a bit bad-ass that day. A bit like some sort of a rocker. You know, like drinking whiskey at 10am and smoking cigarets with no care in the whole wide world, while your tour bus, with your band on it, is driving away without you and you’re not even aware of it. Not that it would bother you. Like that crazy 70’s rock feeling. Breakfast of champions (and you know I don’t mean the one Vonnegut is talking about, but rather the one Jagger ate before his eggs and bacon), groupies and all that shit. So that’s why I didn’t feel like taking photos and it does actually show on the pictures. Sooo…. I tried to fool you guys by adding these little phallus men around me. Hope you are fooled.
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Wearing: Max Mara coat//Fishbone dip-dye jeans//H&M shirt//Dr Martens boots//Ray Ban shades