I feel like I have a bunch of books in me, but they're knotted up by these terrible things I tell about … [Read More...]
so yea. no idea what to say. to do. you say your distance has turned you into the aggressor. the defiant. the stretching out to touch the sea kind of boy. a friend of mine said to me today: “i’ve forgotten what you look like. i only remember that you’re tall, painted, and spit flames”….
well well well. I guess I am going on a little tour of sorts. Across the country through the highways and biways of the backwoods. Will be leaving soon after fashion week. Me, three photographers, a mini van, a truck, and thousands of miles in between the destination points. Those being chicago, detroit, dallas, LA,…
I asked my agent/manager the person who keeps me up at night how I would know if it was the person. The one to choose, not necessarily the one I should choose. He said, you’ll know. You will know. How strange it is today. I hung out in the city with homo Jeremy. Chilled. Strange…
