Street-casting models at a random kung fu dojo out in Senegal.

Going to Mississippi and playing in the mud with amphibious quads. Throwing parties around England and mobbing freeways in four project M3S that I built with some friends. Cruising the suburbs of Tokyo in RWB Porches. My memories are in these pages, places close-by and long ass-numbing flights away. The whole time I felt as though I was in the presence of a $16m McLaren F1 armed with a disposable camera. I found it romantic, sometimes, editing this project. Consciously though, I don’t want straight-a little bent is good. Maybe it links to a deep subconscious straight boy fantasy.

I ordered a GT3 RS and it’ll keep low miles out here but I guess it’s good to have in case of emergency :) Raf Simons once told me it was cliché, my whole car obsession. It’s been a year since I moved to London, at the time of writing this, and there’s no practical reason to drive in this city. The claustrophobia hits as the seatbelt tightens, preventing me from even leaning forward in my seat. I put myself in her seat then I played it all out in my head. Her eyes seemed clear and calm but not blank, the road behind her seemed the same. A seatbelt reached across her torso, riding up her neck and a mop of blonde hair stayed swept, for the moment, behind her ears. '“Two years ago I found an image of a kid with her hands covering her face. The letter is once again an intimate look into the artist's past, his teenage years and also his current thoughts, that lead him to produce Blonde. The often shy Frank Ocean really only communicates with his fans through his Tumblr page and he once again used it to share this time the intro letter of the 'Boys Don't Cry' magazine.

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