CHOOSE A FAMILY, CHOOSE A FUCKING BIG TELEVISION CHOOSE WASHING MACHINES, CARS, COMPACT DISC PLAYERS, AND ELECTRICAL TIN OPENERS. CHOOSE GOOD HEALTH, LOW CHOLESTEROL AND DENTAL INSURANCE.CHOOSE FIXED-INTEREST MORTGAGE REPAYMENTS. CHOOSE A STARTER HOME. CHOOSE YOUR FRIENDS.
CHOOSE LEISURE WEAR AND MATCHING LUGGAGE. CHOOSE A THREE PIECE SUITE ON HIRE PURCHASE IN A RANGE OF FUCKING FABRICS.
There's something about the crowd that's flown into (and sprouts out of...) Paris during February and September that immediately spoils the fun. Shit feels like NYC on a Thursday night. Sudden amounts of faulty memories about your name from people you did a not-at-all suspicious amounts of bathroom runs with for three consecutive days. If you want to have a good time (and care about the crossroads of industry and connection), come for January Couture and Men's June. You'll probably meet someone who you'll either end up collaborating or having like Christmas dinner with. Idk shit's pretty nice. Anyone in Paris this week?
