Who’s THAT guy?
Supra Sneakers | Paper Denim Jacket | Panerai Watch | Ray Ban Sunnies
Whenever I visit Francesca (a.k.a. “squat in her apartment and eat all her Trader Joe’s chocolate-covered cherries”) I end up taking bunches of photos of her and posting them online, because it’s fun but mostly because I feel like style as spectacular as hers should be shared.
On this trip, I shared squatting space with Mr. Constantine Maroulis, whom you may recognize if you are a human being on the planet who has ever paid even marginal attention to American Idol. (He and Francesca are old college friends. And now we’re all friends. And coincidentally, Constantine and I are both visiting Los Angeles at the exact same moment, which has resulted in him stealing my spot on Francesca’s magically comfortable couch. And sure, that makes me grumpy, but her bed is also magically comfortable and she lets me sleep in it with her so I’m okay with the situation JUST THIS ONCE.)
I took a break from being grumpy at Constantine for stealing my couch-spot because across the street from Francesca’s apartment was a painted chair and a painted television set, and the whole thing made no sense and really just needed to be photographed. And who was right there looking all stylish and photographable and such?
You guessed it.
P.S. Constantine’s new music is over on Spotify if you’d like to check it out; in addition to being all stylish and photographable and such he’s kiiiiiinda talented (Tony-nominated for playing the lead in Rock Of Ages as well as for producing the revival of Spring Awakening, et cetera). Which I admit only begrudgingly, because excuse me sir that is MY COUCH.
P.P.S. Just going to leave this here.
