I'm fake I'm hip and I know it.
Hotter than a glued on Fendi badge.
Hotter than a fake Louis V bag.
I travel the fashion capitals of the world to take hip photographs of people and then photoshop them out of recognition just because I can, I am the fake sartorialist after all and everything I do becomes fashion history the second I click 'Post to Blog'
The Dark Surfer woke every morning just after dawn to get to the surf. He loved it best on gloomy days like these when even the sharks stayed away. DS had always been a masochistic child, often his mother had found him lying on the floor of his bedroom having gotten 'too close', as she put it, to a plastic bag. Now that he lives alone, he has taken to plastic bag wearing full time. His favorite thing in the world is to watch the vapour seam from his nostrils and condense on the transparent form infront of him. Lately he has been experimenting in different coloured cellophane. It might be less pliable than his more commonly used plastic bags, but it stands up to the waves and makes a CRUNCH as the salty spray hits his face.