Monday, April 5, 2010
We have moved!
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Yes, it's true
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Novation MKII SL or CME Bitstream 3x?


I Watched Two Girls Hook Up in a Spa
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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Nothing new;

In fear of completely understating the ability, style and level of awesomeness of Sebastien Tellier, I won't say anything and simply leave you one of our favorite songs.
Why we love Aeroplane?
Testosterone killed fashion
If you hadn’t noticed already, the days of over-commercialized sportswear in nightclubs has subsided.
There is nothing worse then walking around in a good nightlife spot, and seeing a group of mid-twenties guys wearing heavily branded fluro colored t-shirts, oversized jeans, and shoes that the material could be used as footwear for a whole 3rd world country. To make this worse, certain members of the group show a certain resemblance to Justin Timberlake’s “N-sync” days- peroxided hair the colour of Fifties Enzo, and plastic earrings not even the two-dollar store stock. With not even a hint of class, these certain young gentleman view themselves as God’s gift to women, reciting macho songs as “I wishin’ all the ladies,” as their chivalrous battle cry.
Seriously boys- have a look around. If you think that just because you have “Ed Hardy” plastered across the front of a 50c t-shirt from Bali, that your going to pick up then think again. There is nothing more cheap and nasty then fake studded diamonds, that look more like sequins a 2 year old would play with; or an overly sized guy wearing an XS for that super “muscle-man” effect.
It often baffles me how many people in this world have no idea how to dress. People often say that society cares about how you look too much- true; but this is inevitably how YOU as an individual are perceived. Call this judgmental and pessimistic view on life, but first impressions are everything in this world. The group of individuals I am talking about are not those that don’t have any clue at all how to dress, or those that don’t care- but those who try so hard sometimes it seems like Liberace has come back to haunt us from the dead.
Honestly- your shit does stink.
Preach.
Would you like a demo?
Something we are working on.
p.s. I'm not telling you our names, just call us Gypsy.