Here comes september (everywhere comes september) and it was about time to take a pen again and put together a piece of pictures and paragraphs on the models we look at, we love to look at and would love not to stop looking at for the weeks to come and...

And that sun went down, while I was in between, up and down, I'm russian mountains. Between feathers and fears, laughters and tears. Got no money in my pocket to bucket, got no heart in my chest to swing my blood. Don't have much, though I worship the...