The Sartorialist’s book signing in Seoul

You know how people ask: If you could meet one person, who would that be?

I assume some people would rather go for Benjamin Franklin, Isaac Newton or Confucius, but oh come on. Would you really take any of them home on Saturday night? I mean they ain’t really the Aussie-eye-candy-that-you-would-drunkenly-make-out-with-in-Thailand-while-sipping-your-bucket-of-rum type.

That being said, it was a no-brainer for me to spend my 2 weeks lunch money on a book just to get it signed by Scott Schuman, the man, The Sartorialist.

Garace Doré you are so going down.

VICE Guide to Seoul Fashion Week

This needs no comments. Except that the chick in the video has my Fjälräven backpack, so I dig her long time.

Not in a female-boner-for-Mumford-and-Sons way but rather close.

The guy who knows how to appreciate a good pair of shoes

That is SO ME in a shoe store.

Jessica Simpson goes Turquoise

So I went to this exhibition last week in Vilnius. Hell yeah 60s fashion.

Space look and Andy Warhol’s paper dresses.

However as much as I love Dior, looking at the piece above the only thing I can think of is heavily pregnant Jess. Disturb MUCH?

Can I rock it?

So I know that my french beau has been getting a lot of attention here lately. I figured that he is fed on attention anyway – that’s fine.

But oh trouble. Apparently the frenchie isn’t really Mr Happy Pants when it comes to me referring to him as a “boytoy“.  I have a feeling that I might have touched a very sensitive topic here – a western guy dating a gold-digger from a Post-Soviet country anyone?

What else I am with him for if not  financial guarantees, better life for my communists family and a couple of leopard print coats with black mink fur collar? Spot on.

Anyways, now he is threatening to buy me a burqa. I kid you not.

I did some desk reasearch on my end and some of these are pretty fancy. I could so rock baby blue. Marylin Monroe MUCH?

Spotted: Lonely boy on Jubilee line

I think http://tubecrush.net is the exact reason why I am over the top excited about moving to London this January. Spotted a lonely boy on the tube? Snap Snap for the entire world to see.

And pheww, it’s kind of comforting to know that I’m not the only female with raging hormones.

Via Pagalmus.

Boy tears @ Smalto S/S 2012

Closing a Paris menswear show is the highlight of most male models’ careers. Though not for this peanut.

Fortunately Brazil produces not only great coffee and waxing techniques, but also drop-dead-gorgeous models as Alexandre Cunha, who doesn’t mind cat-walking with a toddler in his hands.  He  must a.) know that this is the key to every single girls heart, and b.) have 46 younger brothers anyway as any other hommie of his.

Hot Mess

There’s something spectacular about being a hot mess (and no, I am not saying that only to feel better about myself).

Take a look at this photo that got tweeted a couple of days ago by Love magazine: Catherine McNeil,one of the greatest models ever created, with her Corona and Aussie passport . And even if someone once told me not to do anything next to my computer /camera /phone that I wouldn’t do while standing next to my mom (on national television) this photo proves completely the opposite.   So here’s the lesson of the day kids: you rebel, you go straight to Vogue.

Speaking of rebels. I just came across  of what I call a wino’s bag by Envoyage. Such a must have for this season. Perfect to carry shoes or wine  bottles. I know, I know, it kind of hurts to choose between the two.

Julija Steponaviciute and her shoes

Swedes may be proud of their liberalism, North Americans may be proud of their soldiers in Afghanistan, but I  all I am proud of are Lithuanian women making it to Victoria’s Secret’s models.

This makes me think of possibly the happiest day of my life – the day I met a real celeb (well if we forget the time when my friends and I were asking out Zach Condon from Beirut for some drinks in Amsterdam or that other time when I saw Brandon from Beverly Hills 90210 at Universal Studios in Orlando looking disturbingly old).  So listen up, because it’s going to be a biggie: Julija Staponaviciute handed me her shoe backstage at Mados Infekcija 2011 so that I could lift it and check how much it weights. Jealous? You should. I felt as happy as a kid on Christmas (or for a matter of fact as a gay guy during Eurovision). The proof that it actually happened is above,  though I am very sorry about the photo quolity – Blackberries seem to work way better on Gossip Girl.

Julija is curently ranked #36 model in the world. Guess that’s what happens when you book a Gucci show at the age of 14, shoot a Vogue Italia editorial and walk for Calvin Klein and Marc Jacobs a year later.

And just to wrap up, I absolutely love this photo of Julija looking hip in Paris with her Celine bag, which no doubt is worth more than a monthly salary of her math teacher. When I was her age my parents used to buy me Haglöfs backpacks and colour pencils. Can’t believe you guys.

The Tale of a Fairy by Karl Lagerfeld

Just in case you have spare 25 minutes and feel like some Karl, you can watch this short movie created by mr Karl himself showcasing his Cruise Collection 2011 for Chanel. This makes me feel like :

a.)  a pair of new sunglasses

b.) a godson