In the land I call home, no one really expects any achievements during January.
From Christmas until the 26th day of the year, the month is mostly written off.
It's our time to party. It's too hot to focus on work anyway.
There's 11 more months to knuckle down, to concentrate. To strive. To succeed, and hope to excel.
Until that night when our sky explodes, no need to be a worker drone. Let's be dancers.
Hair - Hazer in Grass from the Stringer Mausoleum
Headphones - FNKY!
Shirt - Crew Neck Basic from Armidi
Tattoo - Eowyn by Garden of Ku
Armwarmers - Chex by Action Surfwear (tinted)
Gloves - Sheer Fishnets by Rebel-X
Pants - Ravepants in Paint Spatter by Tokeo Plastik
Shoes - Pornstar Hi-Tops by UBU
Shot at Haze Club in Tunnel of Light
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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2 comments:
Also, nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.
Love the post, Winter :) You make that hair look extra awesome ^_^
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