was thinking the other day that you could probably wear a potato sack in Shoreditch and be the absolute toast of the town. for 5 minutes, until someone else goes to the veg shop to get a sack
individuality has been absolutely crushed, man.
what’s that? you have a dress with crocodiles on it? mine has a marmasat, a peruvian goat and a fucking llama on it…unlucky!