Skins.

Skins.
CHRIS!


I've been thinking about what Chris would have wanted me to say today. The advice he'd give me, which'd be something like, "Know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone else." So I thought I'd tell you about a hero of Chris's: a man called Captain Joe Cotinga. In 1960, climbing into a foil balloon, Captain Joe was sent 132 kilometers into the stratosphere and then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for four minutes thirty six seconds, reaching 714 miles per hour, before opening his parachute five kilometers above the earth. It had never been done before, and it's never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that's why Chris loved him. Because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. He was the bravest boy--man--I knew. And that was...he flung himself out of a foil balloon every day, because he could. Because he was. And that's why...and that's why...we loved him.
<3

# Posté le mardi 09 septembre 2008 15:02

Modifié le mercredi 17 juin 2009 14:31

GG(l)

GG(l)
(Know what Babe? FUCK IT.)

Because the night belongs to lovers .

# Posté le vendredi 09 janvier 2009 14:14

Modifié le dimanche 22 mars 2009 13:52

USA 09, inoubliable.

USA 09, inoubliable.
WE'RE JUST ONE BIG FAMILY . *

# Posté le dimanche 28 septembre 2008 06:43

Modifié le dimanche 14 juin 2009 11:15

Un jour, Bob Marley il ressucitera...

 Un jour, Bob Marley il ressucitera...
Buffalo Soldier, DreadLocks Rasta, in the heart of America, stolen from AfricA.
SUMMER 2009.

# Posté le samedi 04 octobre 2008 16:29

Modifié le dimanche 05 juillet 2009 10:51

Ma Camille.

Ma Camille.
It was a yellow day.
We talked a lot.
We walked for a long time.
It was a perfect day.

# Posté le dimanche 05 juillet 2009 09:59