I am one of the few honest men I have ever known.
In the lounge with all the jetsetters. Little do they know, I’m coming direct from a hipster party in a sketchy neighborhood and haven’t completely shaken the night off yet.
whatever this week was, it was awesome.
Anonymous asked: Do you / have you ever considered do/doing drugs?
at the risk of sounding prudish, no and no.
I landed at 8 am, climbed L’Arc de Triomphe for free, ate La Durée macarons and drank wine in La Jardin de Luxembourg, spotted Jack Nicholson in Saint Germain, had cheese and egg crepes, drank espresso and smoked in a cafe along Rue Saint-Michel, and ate onion soup at 9 pm in Nation, all with two fantastic friends along for the ride.
what. is this real.
it’s going to rain all week, isn’t it?