Frederik Maurice Willems Makes Me...

Want to become a Gentleman.

Londoning With Jules

Jules came to London to buy a YMC coat from Liberty and use it immediately

in the rain.

Just Happened

So, I texted Rob that Ms. Mother Nature was being ugly in the face and if she doesn't put on some make-up I wasn't going out. But, I couldn't leave my Robbie all by herself in the raineries! I shower and put on some cutes and walked to the bus stop... Oh HI! Why am I wet as hell? Finally met Rob after running to Borders, fake reading while dripping juices all over their floor, sorry! We walked under his umbrella leaving his crocodile hat box, his right arm, my left shoulder and arm playing in the rain. We finally got to the art opening all moist and gross! Rob's hair stayed genius. So yeah.. There was a leak in the spot and they had to kick everyone out. So, back to the bus stop with Ms. Mother Nature laughing in my face. Thank you bus for making me wait for 30 minutes. I'm home now.

Londres : Day Seven

Baby steps...

Londres : Day Three, Kinda

After a 4am bedtime that woke me up at 11:30am with the sun shitting on my face. Playing with Safari, iChat and Xtorrent until my stomach got an attitude and made me meet Rob at the Diner, (yes, I'm addicted). Trying to have a day... We went to various store to only find that they were closed, thank you Sunday you are ugly in the face. Luckily we had Brick Lane to entertain us for some seconds. Kiss on the cheek and then the walk home.

Londres : Day Two

Another great day.

Londres : Day One

Peirong (Payroll) & I started step 2 of Thē Gilliam. With her genius and intelligence we made great progress. Thank you me lady!

A cool new building, The Diner and meeting up with Rob (J'Love) satisfied us after a long day of work. The cake was topped with watching a screened version of The September Issue. The documentary shook anger and inspiration that continue to grow with the background of pantones and roses.

London Calling

I need to get back to London for the BLACK shit at Dover Street Market

Back Home

Eurostar bringing me home.

Brick Lane Market

Walking to the theatre we passed by this man who seemed to be possessed by amazing. As he played his guitar and sang with Jim Hendrix's voice, he also was keeping his feet occupied by playing a mini drum set. I stood in awe.

We Just Call Him Rob

You can't call him... He will call you.

Welcome To London

There's love in the air... and it stayed there