The easy life of Emmanuel in Paris

OMG! I love this video!

2012-11-14T12:56:00.001+01:00

I know it is totally useless and stupid but I found this video by coincidence and since then I keep watching it and thinking about my gang (Mr. B.F. + Friends)! It reminds me when we're a bit "tipsy" on Friday nights in any Parisian club... Well any it's either the cheesiest gay club or Le Baron. But nevertheless we keep having fun and dancing like crazy. We never really went all the way to getting dressed like them but I'm sure we could!

One day!

2012-09-13T11:58:00.001+02:00

One day...

I'll be thin again. I'll be 30 again. I'll shop on Mr. Porter and I'll get this look that I found really great.

Greek romance with James

2012-08-23T11:20:00.000+02:00

I really like this post that I wrote from my friends great great blog Make My Beauty. So I decided to share it with you too...

When I started thinking about packing for my summer holidays, I realized that myAgarwoud bottle was almost empty. I got it from James. James Heeley. I now know a little bit more James. We had dinner together, drinks and parties. To me he is a magician & a freak, but a good freak: A genius freak/perfume geek.

But back to my packing: no perfume to spend two weeks on one of the smallest island in the little Cyclades.

Just impossible!

I started to wonder what smell would please me. What smell would match with the destination? What smell would make me wear perfume when it’s 40 degrees and you spend most of your time by the pool in a garden surrounded with aromatics plants?

“Figuier” was the solution!

Not original, but just a simple & essential pleasure when in Greece. Almostevery summer I end up buying it from Dyptique. But this time I wanted something more “funky”. How can I explain that… I wanted something less basic with a bit more surprise and construction.

And thinking about perfume construction; I remembered that dinner at home with James. He’s answering my 346 questions about the art of making a perfume. He ended up all this telling me (part) of the construction of his “Menthe Fraîche” fragrance. How he worked on mixing mint with something eIse to reveal it & make the most of it. I was hooked/fascinated/enchanted & scared! His eyes where sparkling when telling how mint reacts and needs to be associated with something else. The guy is mad. Mad about perfume perfection. I loved it it.

That was the magic madness that I needed. I was there. I knew I needed James version of the “Figuier”.

And I was so right! The perfume is just as I wanted.

Let’s make everything clear here. You know I kinda hate the flower/fruit/girly territory when it comes to perfume. But… But… Figs, it’s different. It’s Greece. It’s summer. It’s pleasure. It matches with your skin when you’re sweating (sexy, ok?).

I wore it the entire vacation & I absolutely loved it. The first spray isvery fruity. But then it becomes deeper, more sensual/secret & less evident. Green grass, tea, rhubarb & melon combine with dry grass, white musk and cedar. A Mediterranean grand sensual tour. The Jame’s “je ne sais quoi” that makes you addict to the smell of your skin & clothes even hours after you sprayed the perfume.

This is what I love when it comes to perfume: the remains of the smell and the memories that you secretly associate to them.

xxx

Summer memories...

2012-08-20T16:16:00.001+02:00

Givenchy - Behind the Fall 12 ad campaign scene

2012-06-22T13:21:00.001+02:00

Rain drops falling on my head...

2012-04-25T16:03:00.001+02:00

OMG! It’s been raining like forever in Paris since what it seems like 2 years. Kidding! I’d say it’s been pouring nonstop for at least a week and it starts to get on my nerves. I actually feel a little bit gloomy/bluish or Smookly (only my friends can get this as they know I love inventing strange words to describe when I feel a bit down).

Consequently, Mr. B.F. and I keep booking trips away. We even already organized the August holidays on a tiny mini super cute Greek island (like super mini… like 5.2 Km²!!!).

I don’t realy know why but when I get through this “it’s raining way too much” depression, I keep checking old 50/60/70’s beach pictures. And you know what? It seems that Mr. Porter is doing the same as they have a very nice “How to look good on the beach” story in the April 24^th issue. So… poor me… I browsed the web and found some really cool vintage/hunks pictures that I thought could help you to cheer you up and wait ‘till the sun decided to come back.

XXX

Café de Mars, oh yeahhhh!

2012-04-06T12:09:00.000+02:00

It’s funny ‘cause when I decided to run this blog, I thought I would mostly talk about fashion and things that I like or hate… I am very judgmental! Ok? And I ended up writing about my everyday life. This time, I am gonna mix & match all this.

Wednesday was the birthday of my sister, my beloved nephew & my “I am a sexy girl in love with another sexy girl but I am not lesbian” super cool friend. Sister & nephew will take place on Saturday afternoon, so Wednesday was free for friends. Pay attention now ‘cause you gonna understand how I ended up in the middle of the 7^th in Paris (I hate left bank! I hate the 7^th!) & had a super cool/über amazing/super good dinner.

This is the part where I talk about my life: Once… At the time of my fashion splendor, I used to work free lance for Balenciaga in Paris & New York. Yep… I know… You’re stunned! I met this amazing group of people. Among them two became part of my best friends “gang” (one of them is having s*x with the “I am a sexy girl in love with another sexy girl but I am not lesbian” aka they’re in love!)… Some are just people that I bump into from time to time with a lot of pleasure. Delphine is one of them. She is the funniest girl ever. We had the time of our life once in NY at Pyramid!!!! She got married, got a baby, left B. Blablablah… Her husband (like super tall & ultra sweet) just opened this place called “Le Café de Mars” in the here above mentioned f*cking 7^th!

OK… (again ok! Gosh I talk like The Nanny <= only the gays & old ladies will get this!). I wasn’t really thrilled to go there, ride my vespa for at least 30 minutes, get lost on the left bank (hum… hum…). But I love the girls so I said “Let’s go”.

That, my friends, was a good decision!!!! This place is just amazing. Perfectly Parisian but without excess (not Amélie Poulain, ok). Just the standard regular next-door bar that offers very good food & wine.

The food first: Tuna rolls with avocado & wasabi guacamole. No comment. Just perfection. The guacamole is kinda addictive. John Dory with asparagus… Perfect cooking. No comment, again. Homemade Banana Strawberry sorbet & homemade chocolate chips & nuts cookie. I still have the taste of the cookie in my mouth.

The wine: No memories of the name but again a perfect choice.

The waitress is super nice (worth to be mentioned in Paris)

All in all: Go there! Like now!

Café de Mars

11 r Augereau
75007 Paris

+33 (0) 1 45 50 10 90

1972 - 1982

2012-04-06T11:42:00.000+02:00

I am sure you know those evenings.

The ones you get so bored 'cause there is nothing on TV, you have already browsed style.com from A to Z and reviewed the entire Fall 12 season shows... The ones you end up on your (new & super cute) sofa browsing youtube on your iPad while pretending watching a cheesy movie on the cable.
And for me there is a rule: I always end up watching dead singers from the 80's... Gosh... There is something so wrong with me. It's like I am stuck in those bloody 80's. It's like I'm trapped at The Palace... I keep watching Thierry Le Luron, Aznavour, Umberto Tozzi and the rest of the band... and suddenly, I got it... What i love is that they're on stage wearing nothing but tuxedos and their girls friends are covered with glitzy (i love that word) Azzaro long gowns...

So please, can anyone explain me how come the guy that never leaves his A.P.C. raw denim and Nike sneakers... The same guy that freaks out when he has to wear a pair of real pants (I am not saying chinos here!). The one that gets hysterical when he has a "black tie" dinner (once every 56 years, relax)... Why this guy (aka me by the way) loves loves loves that...

And then... Bing! Bang! Bong! I remember... My mother going out... Bleach blond hair. Long silky dresses... Fur coats... über high heels... How she loved Sylvie Vartan. How she was happy to tell me that pregnant (from me, yeah!!!) she went out dancing in a club near the Champs Elysées with her best friend (she doesn't drink, ok! And that was 1972!)... OMG, I got it... This is all coming back from that time and from here. I'd better thank her 'cause watching those videos I realized that I'd like to have been there at that time. Going out with some friends wearing tux's, drinking champagne at Regine's in Monte Carlo (yeahhhh so 80's) and dancing with my girlfriends all dressed up in Diamant Noir (only some will remember I guess)...

Oh yeah... and you know what, I think this new year's eve I made it. Smoking Marlboro Menthol Light & wearing a full Acné tuxedo (like pants + jackets + shirt + bow tie). You know what? ===> I really enjoyed it. Ok, my super cute B.F. (who's one of the most elegant guy in the world) pushed me into this but I really enjoyed it... Oh... and just 'cause the party was called "Heels Guy's", I was wearing Gold rhinestones Louboutin Pigalle. Can you be more 80's?

xxxx

E

Siempre Fascinante Semana Santa

2012-04-06T11:39:00.003+02:00

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

Call me a mystic. Call me a religious but. I don’t care. I have always been and I guess I’ll always be fascinated by the pictures of the holly week in Sevilla. Browsing the web this morning, I ended up on Le Nouvel Observateur site and found those great pictures. I just wanted to share them on this special day. It’s Good Friday!

Happy Easter.

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

AFP PHOTO/CRISTINA QUICLER

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

AFP PHOTO / CRISTINA QUICLER

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

AFP PHOTO / CRISTINA QUICLER

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

Toulouse - Monday, March 19th, 7.50am

2012-03-20T11:34:00.000+01:00

Crédits : Copyright Arno Brignon pour Le Monde

Darcel Dissapoints

2012-02-28T11:52:00.000+01:00

I don't know for you but Darcel's drawings really really crack me up. As it's Fashion Week in Paris, why don't you just have a stop at Colette? They're celebrating together the 15th anniversary of the store. Oh, and if ever you wanna give me a cool gift, feel free to get me a pair of The CobraSnake x Vans x Colette. I'll be more than happy. Something more like hysterical ;-)

Happy Fashion Week!

I am sad...

2012-02-13T12:11:00.003+01:00

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

I first hated Athens... But going there once or twice a year at least to visit friends, I fell in love journey after journey. Greece, but mostly Athens became vital to me. Walking in the streets every season shows you some unknown details, the magic color of some flowers, the strength of graffiti on a wall, the smell of a market... I went there with almost all the important people in my life to share all this little pleasures. That was also our first trip "en amoureux" with my ~~not so~~ new partner.

This morning I was reading the news and I saw those pictures. I heard about last night. I knew. But still, I am sad, sad for all my friends there and sad for this amazing country. I won't stop to go there as I really need it and love but I just wanted to share this. Sometimes sharing what hurts makes it easier and I also have some stupid superstitions that make me thing that maybe talking about it will help to get better.

I'm already planning my next journey in Greece. I want to walk in the streets of Plaka, get my favorites sandals at the Poet sandal maker (that recognize me now when I walk in the store. That makes me ~~fucking~~ proud), I want to watch the Acropolis while having a drink at some rooftop terrace... I want to see my friends smiling and talking about their last dates rather than...

This post has been written in a minute to keep it genuine and reflecting my sad state of mind.

Filakia*

E

* kisses in Greek with the worst ever spelling

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Jaime Hayón, The Guest for Lladró atelier

2012-01-24T15:31:00.003+01:00

image © designboom

You know I have a passion for Spain and whatever comes from this über fabulous country. What you may not know is that I have a secret and gigantic passion for Lladró. They used to produce über kitsch china figurines (like lovers kissing among butterflies… Love, love, love…). But that passion got even bigger when in 2006 the company brought the renowned designer Jaime Hayón on board, at the moment Artistic Advisor of the brand. I am lucky enough to own one of his “Lovers” and I can watch it every day in my mini living room.

So you can understand how hysterical I went when I got the designboom newsletter. You should have look at it & subscribe. It’s really a good one… <= my friend Lulu made me discover it! I discovered “The Guest” collection and rather than talking about it for yours, I just wanted to share it with you…

Hope you’ll love it/him/them as much as I do.

image © designboom

jaime hayon: the guest for lladró atelier

My 10 summer essentials

2011-08-08T16:10:00.000+02:00

Yeah, I know. Like anybody cares in that world about my 10 summer essentials. Every-f*cking-body on the net blogs about that. Point taken. But sill, I felt like doing it. Just for fun. Just ‘cause they’re very basic. But they are really essential to me. And I am in the Air France lounge waiting for my flight with nothing to do but drinking Light Coke, entertaining my Boyfriend that starts to be hysterical because of the wait. So i decided to write a bit…

My Persol sunglasses.

I <3 sunglasses. I have like 30 pairs of them. But in the end, I only wear my Persol or my Ray Ban aviators. Sorry, I am an Italian guy. I love old classics. I have the foldable ones (aka the Steve Mc Queen) and the same but non foldable. I am not that of a fetishist so I don’t know the reference. But everybody does.

My Emporio Armani speedos.

Ok. First thing: it’s not me on the picture. Hélas… Second thing: Again and again, I have Italian blood and Italians do wear speedos on the beach. There is nothing to discuss here! They’re the best. The shape is perfect and they last forever (even though I keep buying new ones every summer… Poor silly boy).

My Lancater SPF 30 sunscreen.

Did I mention that I also have French blood? Did I mention that after 30 minutes under the sun, I turn red? Not pink… Red. Like a lobster. I hate that. I am super control queen about sun screening. I keep « pshiting » cream all over me all day long and stay under any umbrella almost all day. But what I love the most about Lancaster is the smell. They remind me my mother when I was a child. Having a nap next to here while she was sunbathing. Those are very dear and important memories. And the smell will be forever in my mind.

My Louboutin Pik Boat slip-on.

They are the last gift from my Sexy Boyfriend (who is the one and only one real summer essential to be 100% honest). I got them in navy. They are super cool, super chic and super super super me!

My abanicos from Casa Miguel in Madrid.

I am off to Spain. Who ever has been there in summer (except silly Queens that only do drugs in Barcelona and Ibiza) realizes that you just can’t live with a decent abanico. No discussion. ;-)

Holà Magazine (Spanish version)

I love that. Holà helped me Learning the 5 words that I know in Spanish. I love love the Duchess of Alba and the royal family. I wanna marry Felipe, so I think it’s very important to know his world ;-) And I love the articles about über famous Spanish people (unknown anywhere else) posing in über gigantic houses with tones of golden useless object and millions of flowers!

Horchata.

It’s a drink. It’s very iconic of Valencia. I never really understood what was the seed they use to do it but I love drinking that non-stop. You should give it a try. The best one in Valencia comes from El Siglo.

Books.

I buy a lot of book all along the year and never get the time to read them. Books are very very important to me. Summer is the best time to read. I read like a book every day. Just love the idea of being on the beach and getting lost in a story. I mostly read 20th Century English and American writers.

My Eastpack camo back pack.

Not a it bag. But you can walk on the beach, use it as a pillow, carry a lot and look cute with your slip-on and a cut off denim. Nothing else. Simple & basic.

My iPhone.

I decided some months ago to stop with the blackberry on Holiday. It’s the only way to really forget about work and Paris. So I just take my iPhone (without email reception) in case of emergency but also for my music, the games and the great pictures you can take.

That’s all my friends. I am still in the Air France lounge in Paris as my flight is 1 hour late. But I don’t care ‘cause tonight I’ll ne in Spain.

Wishing you the best summer ever.

Besos,

R.I.P. Lucian F.

2011-07-22T10:38:00.002+02:00

Ten things I love in Milan

2011-07-19T20:31:00.000+02:00

Straf Hotel

Spritz Aperol

Chiacchiere

Dolce & Gabbana Barbiere

Gallo over the calf socks

Escaping to Iseo

Cimitero Monumentale

Prada @ Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II

Milano tram

La Latteria in Via San Marco

Azzedine Alaïa Virgine Magazine interview

2011-06-23T15:53:00.000+02:00

I wasn't really sure to 100% love Azzedine Alaïa until today.

Browsing Facebook I found the link to www.virginemag.com and the Alaïa's interview. I like gossips as every stupid fashion queen in the world (I include myself in that description) but I kinda hate when people are just mean and bitter. The Old Bitter Fashion Queen (aka OBFQ) is not really my type. Fashion is supposed to be fun, glamour, pleasure, a bit of art and visual but not verbal. But still... I was intrigued. Alaïa on Karl... Alaïa on Anna...

I read the article. I read what he thought about them. Fucking hell... The guy is like me. He has a mouth and is not afraid to use it. I won't say what I think about the 2 as nobody cares about it and I don' want to talk as if I was an authority in Fashion. But for sure I did appreciate the absence of "langue de bois" as we say in French.

Then I got to thinking about what where my memories about Alaïa. Our path often crossed to be fair. I even attended a dinner with him (not that he was seated in the same restaurant as me and I'd say: I had dinner with Alaïa). The guy has been introduced to me and we sat at the same table. We had friends in common. But most of all, I started to remember the strongest fashion images ever. I remember Stephanie Seymour's wedding pictures in French Elle and the white hooded dress. I remember Grace Jones that I totally admire and love. I remember how thrilled I was the first time I passed by his house in the Marais. And even today... The thrill is there.

I remember the shoes... The dresses... But most of all I remember my mother when somebody was pronouncing "robe Alaïa". She used to get hysterical!

And this, my friends, makes him a Fashion Legend to me... More than the Coca Cola advertising, I guess.

You rock Azzedine.

Read the interview on virginemag.com

VERSACE for H&M

2011-06-21T19:05:00.002+02:00

This is going to be so much fun and glamour...
I hope they'll do swimwear & printed silk shirts for guy'z!

Summer... I want summer!

2011-06-20T11:36:00.001+02:00

Madrid

2011-06-18T14:39:00.000+02:00

What do you think?

2011-06-17T16:26:00.000+02:00

I have this very special hate/love relationship with my hair.

OMG, I can already see you rolling your eyes and screaming: Nooooooooooooooooo! Not a superficial post about the length of his f*cking hair!

But do you realize that those bloody hairs are the key of my love life. Yep... The new Mr. B.F. really insisted on me letting them grow. he actually has this John Travolta/Grease fantasy aka Me + Rockabilly hair cut + horn comb in my jeans back pocket.

Since he said that I have been non-stop hesitating:

Option 1: Growing the hair = I am a big wimp/sissy totally in love.

Option 2: Cutting the hair = I am totally independent person perfectly capable of managing by myself... But I am single lol

And cherry on the cake comes Lulu, “ze” best friend that keep screaming:

- “You look so damn good when you're hair are longer and in a Morrissey lookalike style.”

In the end, I gave up. I left my hair grow up and you know what? I kinda think it's ok. Even cute.

For sure, some days are harder than other. For instance, yesterday I had a late night dinner (read: "I had way to many glasses of white wine and that last vodka was a huge mistake) and today I kinda feel like I am carrying a mega brioche on my head. But still… I like it.

And you? What do you think?

Sagapo Athina aka I love Athens

2011-06-01T20:40:00.001+02:00

I hate flying. I am scared of it.

I have a very busy schedule while flying:

Checking the plane when entering in it (like I was a jet mechanical specialist… You wish!);
Checking all the sounds (mostly “bip bip bip”);
Checking all the vibration;
Praying when taking off;
Praying when going through turbulences;
Arranging my food tray always the same way to protect me from dying in a crash;
Reading Spanish (and only the Spanish, ok?) to protect me from dying in a crash and also ‘cause I am deeply in love with the Prince Felipe (but this is an other story).

Believe it my friends; it’s not easy to be a control queen. ‘Cause this is all about the fear of not controlling that f*cking plane...

But let’s get back to my mind and what I wanna share with you.

9:51pm, AF1933, seat 11F (alwayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys an aisle!), somewhere between Athens and Paris.

I hate coming back but I especially hate coming back from Greece. Since this morning, I am feeling blue… Down… Sad… Gloomy. Just because I am leaving one of the place I love the most on earth. So I got to thinking about the origins of this endearment with the Greek capital.

Let me tell you something: It’s not that people are particularly friendly when you meet them for the first time. It’s not the prettiest city in the world at the first glance. It’s not the coolest place in the world when you walk in the first day of your journey…

And this where you realize that this is all bullshit… LOL (I keep LOLing a lot!)

The city is a dirty raw diamond. I met some of the nicest people ever there. Some were lovers, some not. But every time I feel like I need to see them.

I had some of the best dinners ever. Seated in Kolonaki trying to order in Greek watching the eyes of the old waiter full of laughs and full of pleasure. I love walking in the dirty streets. To me they’re not dirty they just have a decadent beauty.

I love how Greeks can have fun while their country is falling a part. How a guy wearing a dress and called “Gina” can be seen as “a straight guy waiting for the right girl to marry”…

I love being a tourist (you know the one with a back pack and non fashionable Nike shies!) and climbing the hills of the acropolis just to have the pleasure of seeing my new Boyfriend happy expression when discovering the monument and the panorama.

I love that a file in my Mac called Athens 05.11 contains 314 pictures after only 11 days there…

I love that the first file is called Athens 06.05 and since then there has been at least one new file every year…

I love the souvenir of my straight friends play backing Greek pop song in a gay club like when they don’t even know how to say hello nor have ever been in a gay club before.

I love that Greece makes me happy…

But most of all, I love the idea that in a year they will be new file called Athens xx.12 with new pictures, new dinners with Michael in Plaka asking about his cats/love life/work… That Stavros will forget to wake up in the morning (morning = 4:00pm!)… I love that Yoann will again ask me the difference between Yassas and Yassou while rolling his eyes.

For zillions of other secret reasons I love Greece and leaving the country makes me always so sad. But you know what? Just sharing it with you makes me feel a bit less sad ‘cause maybe one day you’ll go there. And you’ll fall in love with Athens.

Fashion blog

2011-05-21T07:51:00.000+02:00

Athens, 8:23am

I woke up way to early this morning. So I spent all this early free time in bed with window open, browsing the web, reading some newsletters and so on... The boyfriend is next to me sleeping. And then I got to thinking about an email he got yesterday. That was about a blogger posting nasty comments on her blog about the company he's working for. Let's make things clear here. He works in a company that drives fashionistas hysterical. Pronounce the name of the brand during a dinner and at least 75% of the female attendants will faint.

So I browsed again the web in search for all those "fashion blogs". I do believe that fashion bloggers are super important. They're more free minded than Fashion Magazines, they have no (yet) commercial pressure. I do have my favorites (some of them are listed here). I do recognize that I never start a day without checking Anna, Pelayo and Cie... But since when, anybody can start bitching on anything? I am wondering are fashion blogs just a way to express rancor and jealousy?... Do you really have to give your seasonal trends when you live in the middle of nowhere? Do you really have to tweet 'cause you called Chanel from Limoges and tried to get a free 2.55 and they said (surprisingly) no?...

Yep, the world is not fair. They don't give free Louboutin nor gold Rolex. You can't change the next Prada bag proportions from your bed just sending an email to Miuccia. So don't get to angry about it and do be bitter on your blog. Call your friends, cook some food for them, buy some wine and have them at home to talk about all this. This is way more fun and that will make you super happy and glamour to blog about funky stuffs. This is my point of view. I am sure nobody cares about it but I had to say it.

It's now 8:44am and I think I need to go back to sleep a bit. I need to think about the new Pierre Hardy Edition and decide if I like them or hate them. and this my friend takes a hell of a time.

Filakia (kisses in Greek)

Fangoria for ever!

2011-05-10T17:40:00.003+02:00

I remember exactly the way I heard them for the first time. That was years ago. I was dating that Spanish leaving in The Netherlands guy, spending my life between Amsterdam and Paris. Feeling like living in Schipol Airport!

Then came Christmas time and we decided to drove from Amsterdam to Madrid to attend a New Year’s Eve party at some of his friends home. Yep, Princess Zanucchi was not that high maintenance and used to have Thelma & Louise weird ideas. The trip was f*cking long. I wanted to kill myself like every 2 hours. But we made it.

The party was ok/boring. But at a certain point they plaid some Spanish pop that drove me crazy. The lady kept repeating “ No Sé Que Me Das”… I didn’t know either what that was doing to me but I knew I loved it.

We drove back from Barcelona to Amsterdam. I played Fangoria for the entire trip. We split up a few months after that but Fangoria was in my mind. I introduced, Lulu, my best friend to them.

We had a dream. Fly to Madrid and see them in Concert. We did it last year. That was one of my strongest music/friendship moments. When I discovered that they had a new album a sort of anthology of their old songs, we secretly hoped they would be on stage soon. They made it and in Madrid! My/Our favorite city…

So Friday, we’re flying to Madrid for the weekend and we’ll be attending the concert. Nancys Rubias will be on stage too… I already know that we’ll be hysterical.

And on top of all this, I’ll be with someone special that will see them for the first time… So I decided to become intimate and to share one or two things that I really love. Let’s say that this post is the Grand Opening of Our Special Spanish Weekend. I wanna share that with you.

Besos,

El paso trascendental del vodevil a la astracanada

Keep it classy!

2011-03-20T14:29:00.002+01:00