Alexander McQueen, RIP. Talented boy. My absolute favorite men's clothing designer. The look, the feel and the fabric. Such a shame. Makes my jacket all that more special. That's fucked up.
Early this afternoon, I randomly found myself outside that building on 6th Ave. and 19th St. that exploded at 10:44 this morning. It sustained impressive damage to the exterior. Then I found out that a friend was actually in it and was pelted with exploding window glass. That's fucked up.
Sold my bed. That's fucked up.
Cover Stars: George Pitts vs. Candace Nirvana. It was a draw. They very kindly asked me to document their shoot last month.
Headlining Band: Figure it out.
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