To mentally and physically prepare myself for the upcoming Berlin Fashion Week and our spaced out circus party (above all), I went to Portugal, to Praia da Luz to be precise. Here I sit in a hut with red ocher roof and a rusty balcony and watch the sea. Nice, isn’t it.
Unfortunately I forgot my trunks at home (or exactly haven’t found them while packing in a rush a few hours before departure), so I have to a) always jump in the pool naked and b) buy me new ones soon. It looks like a family with kids has moved in one of the neighborhood houses. And I don’t want to eventually confront with ”Lil ’Jaki’.
After some research, the choice of my new swimwear is now finally fixed: the photorealistic Orlebar Brown shorts will protect my cock from the greedy eyes of the young family. Shame on you, you bastards! Have just seen how you were staring!
Certified herewith, it finally seems to be over, the very-relaxed-ironic (and of-course also by-us publicised to the limit) adilettes-look, which, if possible, you wear in the most obnoxious ways (with a suit- hihihi, in winter – hihihi, to your sisters wedding – hihihi, to Yom Kippur – hihihi).
On this picture, the smoochy singer Sascha ‘Sasha’ Schmitz, who was already out, before we even had pubic hair, is wearing adilettes with a smoking. Therefore it is official and very clear: the adilettes-look has reached the deepest and worst low of mainstream – and is celebrated there with a twinkling smile. There is nothing worse.
Whoever is still serious (hihihi) about wearing ADIDAS-bathing-shoes, has not understood anything and should be punished with having to listen to Sasha’s new album for three days.