Most modeling is kind of acting like a ho but making it fashion.

Velvety pink stairs in the Normann Copenhagen showroom.

listen man, *pulls heart shaped lollipop out of my mouth with a pop noise and points it at you* im gay and not in the mood  

ardentium:

Despite the fact that the conversation was progressing, Kristopher unfortunately felt incredibly uncomfortable and wasn’t entirely sure what to do or say. Elliot seemed to be doing just fine, as expected. He had always been an insane extravert. Something Kris couldn’t relate to whatsoever. “Right,” he said with a nod, a slight smile on his lips. “The people here are… y’know. I feel like I’m surrounded by 15′s and negative 45′s. Does botched even try to find people outside of LA to feature? Pretty sure this well won’t dry.” There was something about Los Angeles that didn’t bode well for Kristopher although he grew up here and his family remained here. He certainly didn’t have time for those who would be perfectly pleasant to his face and stab him when his back was turned. At least the miserable souls in New York would look you in the eyes while stabbing you.

“I do,” he nodded, recounting various evenings wherein Elliot practiced and without fail, had somehow lured Kristohper into the activity as well. “And you deserve it. I’m really happy for you. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.” When asked about himself, the male instinctively shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing definite in his life, that had always been true so to describe it to someone he hadn’t seen in a very long time would be a difficult task. “I was writing dumb jingles and commercial music scores which as you can imagine is incredibly fulfilling but right now, the musical Brent and I wrote has just moved to Broadway. We’re talking about a tour. You remember Brent, right? Always had his nose in a comic book? Anyway— that’s pretty much it.”

A loud laugh escaped from Elliot’s mouth as he listened to the words coming our of Kristopher’s - he wasn’t wrong. Los Angeles was full of shallow people who seemed to care more about their appearance and making it ‘perfect’ with cosmetic surgery than building real and honest relationships with the people around them. For Elliot, it didn’t matter much. He’d grew up in California and moved to Los Angeles straight after high school - a good 18 years ago. During those years, he’d seen the good and the bad, and the good overshadowed the bad. 

“Thanks Kris, that means a lot coming from you. You were the one that had to suffer through hours and hours of be screaming into a microphone after school.” He said, amused, with a slight smile on his lips. Multiple flashbacks of band practice flood into his head, everything from re-creating numbers from Cats to writing his own songs and forcing Kris and the other guys to play backup music. Hearing Kris mention the name of one of the kids they went to school with brought him back to the present and an impressed look appeared on his face. “Brent? Yeah I remember him. That’s so amazing to hear, honestly.” He touched the other’s shoulder casually, squinting his eyes as the sun hit them. “It’s amazing to hear you’re still in the business and that you’re doing well. I always loved your input on my Cats numbers.”

Marilyn Monroe & Milton Greene on the NY subway, March 1955

Im gonna cry I literally just found the cutest restaurant in Amsterdam but they have like no vegan/vegetarian options!

The Original High Tour live in London.