kissing oscar wilde's gravestone is the best thing i could do. paris, mon amour.
want a bit of my picspam? yes...you want to. btw the pics...i think i have to post them in parts. now see this as part one of merely a thousand.
yay. things i bought in paris and/or actually bought specially for paris. just like the ultralarge glasses i mentioned a few posts before. the yellow thing is actually a bag. the smallest one i possess. too small...argh! i found these records below at ground zero in oberkampf. did you know that there's a metro station called stalingrad in paris?! weird europe...weirdweirdweird. have i already mentioned that i cannot speak a word of french? so why the hell have i bought the magazine about björk? it's french, dumbhead! ...ooh but it's about björk. now i remember again. that's the reason. the poster is kind of stolen by the way. i couldn't stand the fact that somewhere in paris ( and not close to me) there's a poster hanging with hot chip on it. so i easily used my hands and grabbed it. huzzah!
and now i have the time to answer the most important question: what's this crappy bright thingy on the right?!
it's vintage. merely parisian nineties-vintage and bright. but never mind...my head's so full of crack, i will go through it.
huh! the ordinary cover of mr wolf's 'accident & emergency' turned out to be a fancy poster! oh i love merchandise...
...still this is so so boybandish...don't be ashamed to feel like a teenager now. i do indeed. it's nice.