Friday, February 6, 2009

I'm too sexy for my horns...

You know, sometimes I hate models. They’re rich simply for fitting the moment’s beauty ideal, elevated to the highest social status, revered by anyone with a normal metabolism…

And then sometimes I think, dude, I am SO glad I’m not a model. Like when I got a look at these pictures from the John Galliano show in Paris last week. However much money this poor guy made working that show, it is just not enough.







Beware the sound of crying children, watch out for the barmaids, and whatever you do, don't let the Pegasus spit on you.
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3 comments:

Regan Black said...

OMGosh it's Pan! It's Pan!
Quick someone call Grover (of Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Olympians series)

ROFLOL

Regan

Iris said...

OMG! Where's the double-espresso lattes??? The tin cans??? Where are the satyr searchers??? LOL

On a not-Percy-Jackson note, OMG! How awful! Ick! *gagging* I just- can't believe- a normal/sane guy would wear THAT!

strongmountain said...

I was thinking the same thing about pan. Disturbing.