lovely.

Plongeon strikes again och mannen är ju ett jävla geni.

i fall ni skulle glömt bort att ta en, ger jag er en daglig dosering snygghet här.

the selby

Sean MacPherson. avlider av en överdos snygghet; ska ringa på hos vem som nu bor här, köra lite puppy eyes och be om att få bli dennes roomie.

Soon I found out she had a heart of glass.

Eija Skarsgård.

at the side of my sofa.

Your fucking code.

sweet dreams.

kids.

tonight's the night. 4th season of skins premières!!!

"Roman lies to me, and I pretend to believe him"

Trying to do some sort of layout (easier said than done) for my Sharon Tate/Charles Manson article, so I'll give you some lovely pictures of Sharon and her husband Roman Polanski.

and the world turned.

Photos by Elin Marklund. 

i don't know where the next six months will go

ph via igor + andre

and farewell my black ballon.

By Margaret Durow. 

thin, thin walls.

By Edouard Plongeon. 

Considering to put a note under my neighbours door saying something like "Could you please have a little more quiet sex life?" Fair is fair, I mean since I'm not allowed to play my music as loud as I'd like, then why should they...

Is my timing that flawed?

To put Louis Garrel with a cigarett in front of a camera held by Hedi Slimane simply can't go wrong.

lately you make me weaker in the knees.

Valentine Fillol Cordier by Edouard Plongeon (the man's a total genious)

stick and stones may break my bones.

fashiontoast.

honey, why you calling me so late?

watching skins.

and you only just walked out the door

Peaches by Edouard Plongeon. 

du slår min verklighet i bitar.

Yesterday felt like Sunday/Today feels like Sunday/Tomorrow IS Sunday. So effing tired. Going for a playdate with an old friend.