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in an effort to make angeleint FORGET about my teeny bopper wannabe model pics by Beanie Boy (Story: Blunder Years ), i decided to invite her on a clothing spree for friday. although short notice, i get the idea that she felt bad about Spiff and the accident, (Document: Spiff Klein ) so i managed to get her to agree. Trevor: The Assistant looked like a Complete Grumpface the whole time, but took the photos himself because i refused to invite Spiff. he doesn't like modeling shots like these, he'd rather take photos of more aggressive things since he's an aggressive kind of guy. but i wasn't on a professional job. this was for angeleint and to spend some time with her. to remind her who her Favorite is. that's me.

ultimate coolness

for denims we shopped at St. Savoir, in the fashion district where Carris Watson designs are managed and sold. not one to be envious of another's talent (confident as she is in her own), angeleint openly admired this jacket and its sleeves. i have to agree, it's a brilliant design.

so retro

just to be a brat i made Trevor: The Breathless kneel down on his fat knees to get this shot. he showed me he could do whatever i could, altho his suedes probably took a hit. hah. anyway, just to go with the vintage grunge theme i pulled the jeans pocket inside out. angeleint usually approves of my Own Flair, and this time was no different. i got The Nod.

may morning

we started early, fueled with Espresso. angeleint hinted she didn't approve of scarf fashion in May Weather, but Trevor: The Mordant pointed out i was probably hiding hickies from her or worse: rope burn. Not this time, Treviepoo. i just happen to like scarfs.

tight leather

getting on to the more expensive designer leathers, i at least got a smirk out of angeleint when she saw i could barely move in this outfit. Trevor: The Wolfish outright laughed. "Getting fat in your old age," he teased, not without malice. I hope he gets blisters on his Jabba feet following us around all day long.

french

no offense to french models or anything but after angeleint suggested i dress like one i threw this together, opened the shirt and stood the collar up in what i thought looked European. real French Models go to NYC or LA, Paris and Milan, and not the Metro, so we don't often encounter them, just locals like me and angel and Beanie way off the Beaten Path. so i have to rely on Fashion Magazines (outdated as soon as they hit the stands apparently) for The Look.

end of winter

this is it! the Find of the Day. angeleint pointed out that it was based on a design for women, with the cleavage-emphasizing neckline, and Trevor: The Asshat did a Totally Trevor Thing and poked me in the chest with his gloved finger. but not before i could slap his flipper away. he's been getting quite familiar with me lately. maybe him and Spiff are up to something together. but nah, i'm just paranoid.

Description
in an effort to make angeleint FORGET about my teeny bopper wannabe model pics by Beanie Boy (Story: Blunder Years ), i decided to invite her on a clothing spree for friday. although short notice, i get the idea that she felt bad about Spiff and the accident, (Document: Spiff Klein ) so i managed to get her to agree. Trevor: The Assistant looked like a Complete Grumpface the whole time, but took the photos himself because i refused to invite Spiff. he doesn't like modeling shots like these, he'd rather take photos of more aggressive things since he's an aggressive kind of guy. but i wasn't on a professional job. this was for angeleint and to spend some time with her. to remind her who her Favorite is. that's me.

ultimate coolness

for denims we shopped at St. Savoir, in the fashion district where Carris Watson designs are managed and sold. not one to be envious of another's talent (confident as she is in her own), angeleint openly admired this jacket and its sleeves. i have to agree, it's a brilliant design.

so retro

just to be a brat i made Trevor: The Breathless kneel down on his fat knees to get this shot. he showed me he could do whatever i could, altho his suedes probably took a hit. hah. anyway, just to go with the vintage grunge theme i pulled the jeans pocket inside out. angeleint usually approves of my Own Flair, and this time was no different. i got The Nod.

may morning

we started early, fueled with Espresso. angeleint hinted she didn't approve of scarf fashion in May Weather, but Trevor: The Mordant pointed out i was probably hiding hickies from her or worse: rope burn. Not this time, Treviepoo. i just happen to like scarfs.

tight leather

getting on to the more expensive designer leathers, i at least got a smirk out of angeleint when she saw i could barely move in this outfit. Trevor: The Wolfish outright laughed. "Getting fat in your old age," he teased, not without malice. I hope he gets blisters on his Jabba feet following us around all day long.

french

no offense to french models or anything but after angeleint suggested i dress like one i threw this together, opened the shirt and stood the collar up in what i thought looked European. real French Models go to NYC or LA, Paris and Milan, and not the Metro, so we don't often encounter them, just locals like me and angel and Beanie way off the Beaten Path. so i have to rely on Fashion Magazines (outdated as soon as they hit the stands apparently) for The Look.

end of winter

this is it! the Find of the Day. angeleint pointed out that it was based on a design for women, with the cleavage-emphasizing neckline, and Trevor: The Asshat did a Totally Trevor Thing and poked me in the chest with his gloved finger. but not before i could slap his flipper away. he's been getting quite familiar with me lately. maybe him and Spiff are up to something together. but nah, i'm just paranoid.