Saturday, November 27, 2010


You probably thought and/or hoped I forgot about Gabe Saporta.

A creature so divine, utterly perfect, and triumphant to the entire male species doesn't slip my mind as retail math and maturity do over the weekend. Enjoy the plethora of casual encounters within this awkwardly played up video. Without Gabriel and gaudy American pride, there's not a single purpose. As for when I will run into him casually outside his own apartment in Union Square…
To be determined.

1 comment:

  1. Actually...I did think you moved on. I was mistaken.