Night after night some new plan to blow up the world
Night after night another old man kissing some young girl
You look for salvation, you find none
- Bob Dylan
So we went out last night, my one true love and I. Discussing how Maria Grachvogel was amazing at LFW, but how everyone there looks uglier for every year, it is not about age nor drugs - I think it is the fact that beauty is no longer the essential part of fashion. Balmain killed it.
Anyway, Amanda claimed to hate men, but I know that's not the case. Thats her emotionall side, her actions speaks louder and when the model texted she ran of quicker than I could say - One more Gin tonic please.
So I was left alone with my drink in a dark bar with traveling business men, thats one of the perks of drinking in hotel bars - everybody who is there is only visiting. And oh how I love men who leave. Tried to hide behind my hair, you've seen that it is quit effective, but was approached by a tall dark man in his mid forties. Wedding ring still on. That is how little he cared. And I as well.
Uneven movement that really needn't be any faster but still speeded up some times to an almost unbareable pace, then deep breaths, nails piercing my skin and then relief.
He left this morning, and I haven't stopped smoking yet.