Well that's only if BP hasn't destroyed the planet by the time I start procreating.
Showing posts with label fly shit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fly shit. Show all posts
6.6.10
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27.6.09
Quick inspiration.
Photography by Lele Saveri
I want to live like that.
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The stars were beautiful tonight, one of the many things she loved so much about this city, there were always stars, and always men. Her flavor of the month lazily led her down the dark lit street, murmuring strings of french through the sound of her heels clicking against the cobblestone.^ That'd be pretty cool too.
She would love him tonight as much as she did this life, and as she pulled him close towards her and kissed his soft lips, ran her hands through his thick curls and whispered obscenities in her own language against his neck she took care to remember every detail. Every detail of this man, she took care so she wouldn't ever forget.
He was laughing now. So full of exuberance, so full of passion and they continued their trek to her hole in the wall studio apartment to continue their night together.
As they got closer to their destination she frowned with dismay when she saw the heavy shadow of her landlord through his window. Why did he always wait for her?
It was the same story every night and she grew tired of the crazed french mans ranting. She rummaged through her small clutch to locate her keys, as her companion took it upon himself to plant small kisses against her naked collar bone and grind his hips into her back.
"Ma renarde..."
He whispered one of the few words she could understand and she turned her head to smile at him. He would not be disappointed tonight. As she turned the key and opened the door, she frowned once more blundering through the dark corridor to find the crooked staircase.
He laughed again as she tripped and guided her to the stairwell, he seemed to know this place better than she and it would make sense, he had been here enough. The trip up the stairs was painfully slow and equally as sensually, his hands seem to find all the right places and his untranslated words seems to touch her very soul.
She loved this city.
And as if on que when they reached the top of the staircase her landlord burst out of his room with such a fury she was sure he was about to have a heart attack. As was customary in the wee hours of the french morn he started to bellow and scream at her, and all she ever seemed to catch were "your rent" "do you not know what time it is?" "go back to where you came from" "your clothes are too many" so on and so forth.
She never knew why he chose this time to impart these words to her, seeing as though he had never so much as greeted her at any other time of the day, but she suspected it had a lot to do with the many opened bottles of various degrees of wine strewn across his living room. As he continued to rant, and her lover continued to touch she took it upon herself to light a cigarette.
She took a drag of her fag, and lazily blinked at her landlord.
"Monsieur, I do not know why we go through this every night, but just as I told you yesterday, and as I will tell you tomorrow...I have no idea...what the fuck you are saying"
And with that she inhaled more of the offending smoke, took her lovers hand in her own and brushed past the drunken old man to her own quarters, disappearing behind the painted rotten wood that bore the numbers 18 in chipped gold paint.
Her apartment was next to nothing, so far from the grandeur she was accustomed to during her stay in America but she adored it all the same. Her guest took the cigarette from her hand and placed it on his own lips and she smiled with devilish intent and began to undress him.
"Votre renarde..."
She whispered against his lips and the cigarette was soon discarded. He cupped her face with both his hands and gently pressed his forehead to her own as her hands made short work of his trousers. He pulled back and just looked at her, seemingly memorizing her features, and traced the lines of her face with his fingers, and ran a calloused hand over her shaved head.
And on perfect time her landlord began to blast his midnight douse of opera in what she could only understand to be a declaration of war against her person but he would never know the stage it set for nights, for her conquests. Tonight it was La bohème and tomorrow she hoped it would be Madame Butterfly.
And somewhere in between Act 2 and 4 she was reminded again of why she adored her city so much, and why she would probably never leave.
She was in love.
Finally.
Ridiculously cool.
We never thought about rocking lego before this....we're still probably not going to think about it after, but I fuck with those sunglasses hard body.
2.6.09
Finally...
I am SOOO GLAD they're getting back on track. With their little foray into plaid and shit last fall season and their strange little Marilyn Monroe obsession this one my D&G stannage practically evaporated. But after looking at this collection my heart has returned to where it belongs. Motherfucking platforms and animal prints galore.
24.5.09
We know we know but...LOOK WHAT FRANKI JUST COPPED: BUDGET LIVING
We were totally MIA but we were going through a severe financial drought and it was just too depressing to function, but now the world is back on and everything's all sunshine and butterflies again soooooo LOOK AT OUR NEW SKIRT, that we got on SALE, check out our sexy asses.
Yeeeaaah, shoes coming next.
Franki xx.
19.5.09
We want this!!!
We love the Che Guevara with Mr. T. jewelry! Fucking love the idea. Cop 'em here, we got ours on the way already, best believe we're making this ish a dress.
Franki xx.
18.5.09
17.5.09
14.5.09
We want!!!
You know we're a sucker for some Crooks & Castles and this fresh and brand new shirt obviously calls to us, cause that's what FrankiSayz is all about;
Money.
Clothes.
Hoes.
Franki xx.
13.5.09
Why is Hedi Slimane so cool?
By Hedi Slimane
Check all the beautiful photos out here.
This is the kinda shit we wanna do, kinda shit we live for.
Franki xx
These are so cool!!
Jeeves & Wooster by Jake Phipps
Another thing we'll have to partake in when the big bucks come in, we want them in our closet!
Franki xx.
Raf Simons is turning us into Sneaker Stans
Raf Simons Astronaut Boots $828.39
And we fucking love it.
If you can cop it, rock it!
Franki xx
P.S. - Peep the zip up pouch in the back?
12.5.09
Air Yeezys < Louis Vuitton Yeezys
This must be Sneaker Tuesday or something. These pwn the hell out of those ugly ass Air Yeezy's and run $350 - $500. And yes, I did call the Air Yeezy's ugly, because that is what the fuck they are.
I'll need a pair of these in white k thnx.
Franki xx.
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