Trying to communicate with tall foreign boys that you meet on The Bowery isn’t the worst thing about living in New York. And even though we had a totally confusing interaction and I had to assit him in using his phone that kept prompting me in French… how can you not totally adore a boy who kisses your hand. (plus he was totally rocking two-tone vans)
Posted August 27, 2009 at 12:56pm
