Anyway, let's get on with it. The matter on the table today is quite a handsome matter. The matter on the table is handsome dude, Denola Grey. He released his website the other day, and I Afam, being incredibly kind and benevolent and nice, decided to do a blog about it. Unlike most of my other blogs, I shall show him this before I publish it, because I want it to be a nice blog. Sometimes, my idea of nice isn't really everyone else's idea of nice. I said that someone homeless and I meant it as a compliment. Looking homeless is derelict chic. I adore it's anti fashion leaqnings. Actually... I just decided that this blog won't be about Denola Grey after all. I shall talk about him some other time. This blog is going to be about this awesome fashion designer I discovered somehow.
Now, you all know that I don't really rate fashion designers in Lagos. why? Please go on Bellanaija. Do it now. I don't mean to be shady, but, I've just trawled through the style section of that very, very popular Nigerian blog and I've seen a lookbook that I don't understand. If the model is finer than the clothes she's wearing then please, I'd much rather see her naked. That's the truth. Nudity is awesome. That's what I thought when I saw the Viva Le Resistance show at last years Lagos Fashion and Design week. Breasts, are beautiful, beautiful things, and if you as a designer decides to display them, then you best make them even better looking than they are already. Should that be already are? I think it should be already are. I think I need another dog. I've been missing captain Reginald lots. I don't run on the beach anymore. It's been three months and I'm still acting like I've been hit by a wrecking ball.
Actually I don't want this blog to be about anything at all. It's just me at 11 pm thinking about a bunch of things. I want to sleep but I've got to live tweet the Russia vs Korea republic match. I hope it's epic, but I know it's going to be dull. I'm fairly happy you know? Life is good. I still work harder than well, and I still eat like food is the enemy. Food is the enemy. I miss dance classes. So you think you can dance is back. Rhythm is a dancer. And I'm nothing if not a madman. Adios suckers!!
If this one becomes popular I'll streak.