cyryl rozwadowski is only 16 years young and he likes pesto and tempura. he's still in high school and all those science classes just isn't his favorite. from the delicate demeanor of him, you can tell he's special. ison the stylist, mina the hair & make-up artist, and I all love him so. he has never heard of a buzzing cicada before and all he wants to see in tokyo is that gigantic gundam!
on my flight here to tokyo, i watched this wonderful movie, PHOEBE IN WONDERLAND, with so many we could grow up together moments in it. the drama teacher miss dodger in the story says "at a certain point in your life, probably when too much of it has gone by, you will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are, especially for everything that made you so different ... from all the awful normals and you would say to yourself, i am this person, and in that statement, there would be a kind of love" which pretty much sums up what this story is all about. and that little boy jamie, who wanna play the queen of hearts in the musical number, is too cute, he thinks praying a lot and doing what he hates, which is p.e., would get him the part, and when he gets to be called homo, his repartee is priceless - "homo got the part!" ooooo snap. everyone should go see this
the sesame coffee with ice cream from UESHIMA is good, like mad good, i can have five a day. the iced version is as orgasmic as the hot one, which goes splendidly well with a chilled boiled egg, some coltrane, and green sofas. and under each coffee table is a basket for you to nest your balenciaga. man, i love tokyo
as soon as benet was let outta of her crib, she ran to me and kissed me silly, i thought she's a boy to begin with, but after she rolled around and showed off her multiple nipples, i knew she's a faghag, and yes, she digs cyryl too, 僕らは一緒に成長出来たね!
cyryl rozwadowski, from poland, is supposed to be the next we could grow up together boy, i'm gonna find out if that was true tomorrow, in tokyo! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
i grew up reading magazine stories about how those fancy pants people with their fancy apartments in fancy cities all have tons of framed photographs and stuff, i was like, when i grow up and have my own place, i'm gonna have those too. not only i have these now, many of them are taken by me, that's just fucking amazing
a childhood portrait of michael jackson, taken in 1971 with him sporting a mickey mouse t shirt in grey, reminds me that i still have the same one in black, but only a lot more vintage. the iron-on is so washed, every time i wear it little ashes would fall off or something, my college years when i used to wear this just comes back to life ... all soft and snuggly
in the illustration world of JONATHAN REID SEVIGNY, the boys wear short shorts and rolled-up skinny jeans, pairing those with saddle or green shoes, having awesome hair, pouting with melancholy, and looking like girls, wait, or are they girls?! anyway, so boys in the east village in a disney animation, so we could grow up together, so hooked i am
organizing my old retouched files and i came across these - pictures from my first official shoot, like a shoot that i actually had to take a plane to another continent for, and this boy, dion carnell, is precious, a boy from perth who started taking ballet lessons when he was 4. this melbourne shoot took place a couple years ago and he was 17 back then, i call him, the first we could grow up together boy ...
