Like the Da Vinci code, but more flamingo-centric. Friday’s post and a manstagram update last night should have alluded to the content you will be smacked with on this fine Monday morning, but in the event it didn’t, it’s important to convey one thing before we proceed: dancing is the key to happiness. That said, enjoy a video loosely directed and finely produced solely for your viewing pleasure. Lean del Ra is not back, but Flamingo Pete is.
Plage means beach and flab is chic, but you already knew that. Should you find yourself somewhat slow on the uptake, this video is a real life, true story: I produce low budget videos in various New York City locales summoning. All I want in life (this month) is for someone to come to the beach with me and not even the token East End pigeon or senior couple likely older than most buildings in the neighborhood are interested. Seemingly, marriage is neither where the perennial companionship starts nor where the repelling stops. Quite the contrary, in fact: various bodily hair stays un-shaved even longer and final adherence to the code of dental retainer laws abolish the notion of physical morning interaction. Now, after all that effort, I’m going to ask one more time, do you want to go to the mother-effing plage with me?
Video shot and edited by Superstar Shon, music by Crystal Fighters as discovered by Handsome Haim. Marysia Swim bathing suit, Ermanno Scervino jacket, MR. Dannijo necklace, My Little Pony Goes Drag Christian Louboutin heels.
