reading the nytimes can complete the hipsteric charm despite a zero knowledge to whatever happens in the big apple. AT ALL.
does my unwashed hair look any "jen brill" kind of vibe to you? like any weenie bit?
i am saying hi to what is going to be mine. well, only for a short while.
my (usually monstrous) dear good friend is ever so kind enough to lend me his dad's old lens from the very ancient era.
i never ever really thought of investing in any lens before.
but like whoa, i couldn't deny the magical power of paying extra for additional tool.
it's like the lens has this superstitious power of adding up big bonus to these random shots of nothing.
the metaphor must be in the means of a very regular wannabe grabbing hold of dean & deluca's cup of coffee
and feeling hipsterically grande like the olsen twins.
i am having this greed, that kind of greed of wanting to have something above the budget line
and feeling sorry to the wallet thereafter for the rest of the month.
we cheap trolls have always been relying on the freemium. is it just about time?