Before you've even walked into the room, eyes start staring - FLASH. A crowded room of Rick Owen wedges, vintage fur, worn leather, shaved heads and pretentiousness. The beer is foreign, the atmosphere is stale - FLASH. The DJ is mixing something you've never heard - FLASH. Another stare, another fake smile. They all love it when you take their photo, they all want to know where it can be seen. Their shirt cost five hundred dollars, your outfit cost a mere five dollars - FLASH. Look at me, look at me, who are you? In a crowded room and everybody means nothing because they only matter to themselves - S.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Chambre syndicale de la haute couture.
Before you've even walked into the room, eyes start staring - FLASH. A crowded room of Rick Owen wedges, vintage fur, worn leather, shaved heads and pretentiousness. The beer is foreign, the atmosphere is stale - FLASH. The DJ is mixing something you've never heard - FLASH. Another stare, another fake smile. They all love it when you take their photo, they all want to know where it can be seen. Their shirt cost five hundred dollars, your outfit cost a mere five dollars - FLASH. Look at me, look at me, who are you? In a crowded room and everybody means nothing because they only matter to themselves - S.
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