Ah, the man of my dreams, the delectable Mr Eddie Argos of Art Brut. Bumped into in the wee hours of the night in Brick Lane, Eddie bucked the shoe trend and braved the cold january pavement in his gorgeous, albeit hole ridden, tartan socks. A beautiful ballet pose too, just makes me want to take him home, darn his socks and feed him cocoa.
January 14, 2005 03:33 PM