Tommy Hilfiger’s limited-edition Surf Shack collection has given a preppy twist to the classic surfer’s look: an effortless, laid-back style combined confidently with summery hues, breezy fabrics and bold prints. From sunrise surfs to sundown clambakes, Surf Shack includes clothing and accessories that embody surf sophistication. When it comes time to hit the beach, the collection’s fresh colors, flowing lines and versatility make for effortless summertime staples for day and night.
The collection is inspired by the warm waters of Malibu, Australia’s Gold Coast and chilly Atlantic swells in Biarritz. It’s sunset drinks at the cottage, late-night beach bonfires and après-surf clambakes. Surf Shack is about vivid living. It takes the surfers’ carefree charms — deep tans, bright colors, boho attitudes — and adds a dash of preppy flair, with rumpled collars and classic lines. Fusing sophistication and surf, the collection invites you to celebrate the next wave of summer.
Yesterday, my DSL line went down for a few hours and I thought it was going to be another one of those month-long repair jobs to get it back in service. Fortunately, it was down only because of some technical mishap at the exchange and my service was swiftly restored.
In a sense I’m actually glad that my Internet went down for a while because it forced me to do other things, like, actually getting out of the house for a change. I took the moment of disconnected down-time to take my woofer for a walk…
I should probably do this more often. The little guy definitely enjoyed the outing. I also did some cycling, push-ups and sit-ups in hopes of adding some definition to my skinny frame. I probably have like 0% body fat so anything I do in terms of exercise generally yield great results. I just have to stick with it, do it more often, and then maybe I can look like one of them textbook-fag 6-pack gays. In all honesty though, I prefer being skinny over being a muscular bull-gay. Too much definition isn’t sexy either.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to being a hermit and living life on le Interwebz. Oh wait, this is the Internet. Hello. I love you. xoxo
Ok, I’m done thinking about him and done feeling depressed over things which I have no control over. It’s time to move on and open myself up to new people and experiences once again. Thus I’ve re-joined some online dating and friend-finding sites in hopes of finding some genuine connections who at least live in the same country as me.
I’ve made some great friends in the online virtual world and have even connected with some potential partners from far away lands. But, nothing beats real human interaction and I’m getting kind of tired of living a virtual life and would love to return to a near reality (social phobia and anxiety issues aside). Yes, I know, I’ve blogged about this before, extensively. And each time I’ve vowed to let go of my hermit lifestyle. But the truth is that I’ll probably always be a home boy (except for when traveling, of course). I prefer going out only when absolutely necessary, or for valid reason to explore unseen territory and experience new things. As for doing pointless things around town or going out on the very plastic/fake/shallow/pretentious gay scene… No thank you. I’d rather stay home on my computer with my online buddies who aren’t shallow queens, or hang out at home with some real friends (who I hope to make in this area). That’s if I can successfully sift through all the conservative nuns, ego-queens, drug addicts and sluts that fill my inbox daily – who knew that finding real friends near-by could be so hard. Or am I looking in all the wrong places?
Maybe I’m just too picky when it comes to who I choose to spend my time with. But honestly, I’d rather be home alone than to go out with some shallow fake bitch who thinks that the world revolves around how much pills you can pop in one night or how many holes you can shove your dick into in one weekend. There’s nothing cool about that, sorry. There’s so much more to life. So many things to experience and so much beauty to behold if only you look within. I’m looking for friends (and potentially a boyfriend) who’s content with life, happy within themselves, and can enjoy a quiet night in, in good company, sipping wine, enjoying a good cocktail, watching a movie or playing games with friends instead of trying to pop every pill in town or fuck every willing partner.
It’s the simple things in life that count. Being able to just relax and enjoy the simple things with someone is what makes life magical. There’s no need for all this fake fluff. Being oneself while enjoying the simple things with someone is even more magical. If I’m in a silly playful mood I want to be my silly self and not worry about having to pretend to be some fake up-tight bitch to impress some random douche who wants nothing but boring NSA sex. Anyway, you get where I’m going with all this. You get the point.
On the contrary, I’ve been told that my fashion blog makes me look shallow and attracts empty-headed label queens who are into nothing but drugs, dick and parties. But, that’s incorrect. If you think that fashion is shallow; you’re shallow. Fashion is art. Do yourself a favor and read up what fashion means to me, then maybe you’ll understand that it is, in fact, not shallow at all. Art and self-expression is never shallow. Following the norm is shallow.
Also, on a side note: One doesn’t have to own high-end fashion to enjoy the beauty of it on others, it’s a universal thing. Thus I love blogging about it even though my wardrobe isn’t filled with designer goods. I can still appreciate and share the beauty of the fabric art.
Anyway, Here’s hoping that I can discover some new local connections with people who have more substance to them than the amount of pills they pop, dicks they suck, or parties they attend. Dear South African online dating and friend-finding sites, please do me proud.