I was so tired of every male in the city wearing jeans and t-shirts, so I decided to explore a fashionable gay area in the busiest part of São Paulo in the busiest night of the week.
Guess what? Jeans and t-shirts and jeans, and t-shirts, and more jeans, and more t-shirts, and MORE jeans, and EVEN MORE t-shirts. Every. Single. Person. The same converses, the same halfassed baseball caps, and above all, the same stupid uncomfortable ugly blue cowboy pants originally intended to protect skin from horse sweat.
Isn’t it wonderful, the æsthetic miracles of free will in the pinnacle of Western individualistic hedonism? :(
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Guess what? Jeans and t-shirts and jeans, and t-shirts, and more jeans, and more t-shirts, and MORE jeans, and EVEN MORE t-shirts. Every. Single. Person. The same converses, the same halfassed baseball caps, and above all, the same stupid uncomfortable ugly blue cowboy pants originally intended to protect skin from horse sweat.
Isn’t it wonderful, the æsthetic miracles of free will in the pinnacle of Western individualistic hedonism? :(