|Jules Hamilton by Milan Vukirovic for L'Officiel Hommes April 2011|
Lately I feel just like this picture; caught up in the middle with two sides pulling at me- one being work and the other school yet somehow unfazed by it. I've been pretty absorbed by both but I haven't landed in the complaining department just yet, which I find rather interesting seeing that I really really enjoy my free time. Guess I'm maturing? Haha. Wait. Possibly? Whaa?? But I have started to notice that my days are kinda blending into one blur and I'm usually left in a very "sigh" kind of demeanor. Like, I'm just there and complacent just like Willy Cartier in his recent spread by Mariano Vivanco in Numéro #21.
That's definitely not me... I've got too many layers of self-made crazy to act like the second coming of Nicole Kidman (we all know she's really a robot). So I'm going to make a huge effort of not being a Stepford
Wife Boy or else I'll probably be booking into the Betty Ford Rehab Center shortly after I have my Charlie Sheen level meltdown. Yeah, that would be no bueno. BUT then again if someone were to film such a mess and puts it on youtube, I'd be an internet phenomenon. E! would surely come knocking on my door and offer me my very own show. Hmmmmmmmm, on second thought...
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