B l a s é

B l a s é

 

The city unfolds... A naked symphony of streets and vulnerable spectators await me. She craves-disarms-feeds my wandering proclivities. She carries me, ill-advised, through her cove of whispers and depravity. She wakes and sleeps on my every step -- she aches the tension of my Ambition. She lusts after the beginning and the end of where I stand, astray and jaded; strewn-across Time and Confusion... Wading into the design of our collective Memory: defining the great line where I float under the charm of your lull-a-bye: "Blasé."

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Photographs by: Henry J. Rivera 

Words by: J. Guillermo Paleo

 

 

WHAT HE WORE:

Sunglasses: Ray Ban Clubmaster

Jean Jacket: Aeropostale

Shirt: Twillory's Pink Plaid

Tie: Ties.Com's Spruce Thompson Skinny Tie (Spruce)

Tie Clip: Ties.Com's Mahogany Wood Tie Bar (Brown)

Pocket Square: Ties.Com's August Floral Pocket Square (Blue)

Watch: AB AETERNO's Sunrise Wooden Watch

Jeans: PacSun's Bullhead Co Drake Skinniest Pico Jeans (Dark Indigo)

Belt: Gap

Shoes: Barney's New York Co-Op