(PHOTO: Jukka Reverberi)
qwerty beside me screams softly that this is pure cross-dressing, by God!
and in fact do not blame him. the last time I was in turin,
addition to having met Jukka Reverberi in the men's department of H & M
we have a drink in my favorite corner on the Po (the FLUID )
unaware that there was an evening mods.
a group of neo pettinatissimi thirties, vintage, vintage wasps
up in vintage clothes exclusively
dancing and quibble about this and unless you're in a period
ranging from 1949 to 1960.
the rest does not exist.
if the crease for rain one of those beautiful shoes
in which they are connected with bare feet, no?
because accompanying Shoe production of the sixties may have?
to see are beautiful, not until the fourth campari uninhibited
and begin to make farts with his armpit.
It 's all true, I swear.
that evening, after the performance mods,
we went with Sandy to see the gardens of the sound he aimed
de The fire, the museum of cinema.
one of the best things that I have ever witnessed.
silent films in the drama is fun
and conception of beauty is other than the beauty of today
that you put a different moment to get used to the atmosphere, but then that's great.
I'm not good at saying things that I like, a bit
' I feel embarrassed and a little' I'm not capable,
but I appreciated the fact that the group has not deterred the ' attention from the scene without disturbing projected and making friends.
tomorrow we go again in turin,
returned Saturday.
