I have a thing for poets, so well it's not surprising that the Unknown Hipster has stolen my heart. He brings me the memories of crayon stained fingers. Perhaps i should write him a sonnet or a haiku, because i can't draw as well as he does. His work is gorgeous. Did i mention he is French and played the tambourine. I played the tambourine, at home on the couch, i was a one-man band and there was that time when i dabbled in shaking maracas ever so vigourously. Good thing i discovered writing and fashion :)
This image is of the very talented Sartorialist and Garance dore- oh to be french!. I wish i could draw. Some other spring i guess
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