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Menswear F/W 2012

Haven’t had the time/inspiration to fashion blog lately, been busy on other projects. And winter just isn’t as inspiring as brighter seasons. 

Burberry is amazing as usual. Their comeback from a grandpa-ish old school dusty house to a stylish, digital brand is mesmerizing. For this season I particularly like the arrangement of a short coat/jacket on a longer suit jacket. Kinda awkward when you think about it, but so cool on Burberry’srunway. Definitely my dig of this season. 

Second look is pretty cool too. Stylish, casual gentleman.

Finally Louis Vuitton has shown pretty good stuff too. I’m always amazed at how Louis Vuitton is always about bags, monogram prints and blingbling gear. Their clothes lines are just a promotion tool to sell even more leather goods. But it’s a damn good-looking promotion set. LVMH has never reported detailed figures for Louis Vuitton, but I’m growing very curious about how much they take home. 

By the way, LVMH 2011 numbers will be out Feb 2. Looking at what others have reported, it should be another blowout. And I own a few shares from these guys.

Till The World Ends

Rough times or what? Closing it off on a dark tone. 

Extreme, but ain’t nothing we haven’t seen before. 

What if you seek Amy? Up there, they got so much luckier. And they got the King of Apple back. Eve can rejoice. 

My family portrait. Cuz we’re Italian and all, we laugh, we cry, we shout. Oh and we’re sexy too. But love stands the distance, and I’m dying inside to see you walk that distance. Don’t you know we still believe? 

It’s been 10 years, and united we stand. Same boat for all, we almost drowned. But somehow the show has gone on.

The past is already swept away. Memories. We’re left with. So please. It’s up to you to rewrite them. We’ve been happy too. Your smile. Oh that smile. Beautiful.

Remember that white rose you got on an early morning, when the sun was shining? 

We know that after every winter comes spring. No matter how bad you’ve been, it’ll get warmer. Down here, up there, and in your soul. 

We dearly miss you. Time will heal. Stop freaking crying. 

2011 is gone. Welcome 2012. The page is white. 

5:30 am.

New York, NY

Petals across the floor. Books, magazines, clothes and food. A dirty mess that’s been spreading over for too long. The weak light in the corner is casting frightful shadows over those piles of junk. A cold, dark, grey, blue atmosphere is making me sweat. Seems like we’ve entered a haunted house, our garden of evil.

A massive cleanup has been long overdue. Sirens in the back keep screaming. Soon they’ll be coming for us, for you. Hear ‘em? Now it’s too late. You won’t come clean, and I’m twisted. 

The city lights illuminate your face. You can’t resist such a disturbing commotion, can you?

Let me just smash down that picture of you two. Is a late night the right time to mess it all up even further? Bring it on.

I hit your head on the wall. And once more. Now you know what this is about. I don’t know what’s wetting my hands. Might be my blood, might be your tears.

No. You don’t look away; you can’t loosen up my grid. I hold your head between my hands because I wanna see those eyes, explore them, find out what they hide, light up them with passion, embrace them, adore them. Those two slanting slits are beautiful.

A deep kiss on your perfect lips. Now you’re quiet. Yes I’ve crossed my heart for you and now it’s been crushed for too long.

Somehow we both know what’s bounded to happen. The path that seemed to have been settled on won’t hold any longer. Broken glass is covering the floor and you can’t lie anymore.

So let me phrase it clearly.

Will you marry me?