Belgian with a tan

28 September. First official day of fashion week. Yesterday Gareth Pugh was presenting his first show in Paris and I was kicking myself for not being in it. Bloody creative, the guy is. Just look at the dresses he does for Roisin Murphy. Brilliant!! But, I cannot complain! I have a light week but filled with interesting shows.





Had Rick Owens in the afternoon and it was the best introduction to the week mayhem! What can I say about the Nordic aesthetics? Minimal, nice cuts, no excess, clever. This season we saw nuns stepping out of rural painting. Think "Girl with the pearl earring" in light grey. The clothes were absolutely stunning, with the precise cut that we are used to from the designer and the fabrics were light but sharp, creating an interesting silhouette that reinvented body shapes.






The make up, like the clothes, was minimal. Paled faces, toned down brows and lashes. But this time the foundation was thinned down on the skin, creating the perfect texture but still letting the natural skin peer through, creating a haunting livelihood to an otherwise ghostly demeanour. The lips also helped to bring live to the look since they were not paled out but kept in their natural pink tones with just a hint of lip balm for some moisture.


Beautiful show, nice and peaceful with no stresses. Perfect to get our motors warmed up!

Paris, here I come!

New season, new dresses, new cuts. If it's the same for fashion, why not for me?

Checking in at the airport and getting upgraded to business class was a treat. But then sharing plane with Hollywood star Penelope Cruz's sister (it's close enough, God damn it!!) I thought it was a sign from the Universe. I'm going to Paris, I'm travelling in style, I'm rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous (shut it!!)... might this be it?!

Paris was never my favorite city, I'm a London guy. It would be fantastic without the french. But I have to admit that I saw more gorgeous men in half an hour then i had seen in a week in Madrid. A friend of mine asked why do they all have dogs, to which another replied, without a shadow of a doubt "Because they're the only ones who can stand them!" I do have to agree.

I did have my French lover. He flew over for a weekend at mines. Gorgeous body but a fucking complicated asshole! Too much trouble for a shag! But a shag nonetheless so my reply to everything, at the end, was "Shut up and bend over." In French... because i can!

First time I came here (3000 year ago!) i stayed in a nice apartment just by the Seine. We would wave at the bateaux mouche strolling by as we were having parties in each other rooms, drinking champagne and inviting models over. It was also the beginning of my international career of mystery. On my last day of fashion week, I was having a walk and doing some shopping when I saw this cute guy on the street. We looked at each other and continued our business. I did my shops, passed some time and when I was coming back, about two hours later, someone tapped on my shoulder. The gorgeous guy from two hours ago was talking to me in this timid french. I understood everything he said but, not knowing what to do and feeling quite nervous, I said to him, with my best british accent "I'm sorry but i don't speak french" (a little louder and opening my mouth a lot so I'd make sure that i looked like a complete twat!). He just replied "Oh, it's alright then, mate. I'm English!". Gorgeous and with a fucking cockney accent. I got hard right there!

He wanted to have coffee with me, get to know me a bit better because he liked what he saw. "But I am a lady!", I thought. And i was back then. Not international at all and no way mysterious! I told him that i had other things to do but if he would give me his phone number i would give him a call. I was still not believing what just happened while looking at the Seine from my room and specially not believing how thick I had been! Here I am in Paris, a gorgeous man just stops me on the street because he thinks I'm dead cute and I tell him to take a walk?! Now that is just spitting on God's face! Let's just say that I had an incredible breakfast with Oliver the next morning... in bed!

Here I am again doing the shows in Paris, with an open future in front of me. New season, new dresses, new cuts. If it's the same for fashion, why not for me? Now where the fuck can I find Oliver again?

Enough

I do believe! I still do!

Those of you that know me know that Attitude is one of my favourite magazines. I was reading the last issue when I came across a couple of interviews to young British men. Here are a couple of clips that made me smile:

How important are romantic gestures?

“It’s part of what relationships are about. It’s good to know Alex is doing stuff for me without my asking for it. There’s no point in being with someone if you have to tell them how to treat you.”

Steve, 24, Guildford

“I think the smallest gesture can be the best. (…) If he wants to go to an exhibition, I’ll surprise him with tickets, or if he meets me after work, perhaps he’ll have a little picnic set up in St James’ Park. I don’t think it matters how small the gesture is, it’s the thought that’s gone into it that appeals to me.”

David, 21, Upminster

Is commitment negotiable?

“If you’re in a relationship, you’re committed. There’s no way you should be meeting other people, or kissing someone else. I mean, if something were to happen, you’d work around it. That’s more of a mistake, not something that’s allowed.”

David, 21, Upminster

What’s your opinion of open relationships?

“I’m so against that. It’s not a relationship, it’s an agreement. It’s like having a flat mate you can sleep with if you don’t find someone else that night. Usually one person wants it and the other goes along with it, but they’re dying inside.”

Alex, 18, Guildford

What does love mean to you?

“It means unity, trust, you have that connection where they can make you smile just through texting you. When you see them, your heart races, and you hate not being with them… I think that’s it.”

David, 21, Upminster

“I guess it means to commit to someone, and to compromise on things to make your relationship work, and to make them laugh – you’ve got to make someone laugh if you love them.”

Adrian, 23, Liverpool

It’s nice to know they’re still out there. And they’re cute too!!!
Now, can someone like this move to Madrid, please?!

For him

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He moved out

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4 steps for mending a broken heart

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Either way, I'm fucked!

Disenchanted angry young man

"Dear Dad


Things didn't turn out quite like I wanted them to.


Sometimes i feel like I'm gonna explode."