It's remarkable how we share certain similarities, from clothing preferences to lifestyles of "the ambient issuemaker": pink pants, sequins, faux fur, sneaker collections, UNIQLO tops and inexpensively bought expensivities, tattoo'ed life manifestos, "Children of the Revolution" ideals misunderstood, wet dreams performed onstage, not wanting to study obsolete things, not exactly party animals, mannequin'ed bodies, carelessly strewn lingos. Our only difference is that he's got paparazzi and the media talking about his choices 24/7, while I get to be just as lackadaisical and crazy within the milieu that I safely belong- Sometimes I really wonder what his insides look like, without the fabrications, without the velvet trimmings, without the fan service, without the wrapping papers of sanity. My Lolita in Furs, in Puffs, in bouts of angst.

P.S. In case you're wondering who he is, check out my gallery Shutterbug 4 * Pulchritude.