Friday, 13 November 2009

London Loves @ Plastic






We heard a lot about London Loves in the past. We knew it was at Plastic, but it collides with one of our other preferred nightly adventures, Romy & Michelle at Atomic. So... we never went, until this Friday. And my, oh my. Oh dear. Oh shit. More pictures...



...after a glass of Whiskey and THE JUMP!!!





Tiago looking sharper than ever, or as always.



Actually, we did hop from Atomic to Plastic. Not on this scooter though (I wish).






...Wrangler much?






Don't mind the disturbing man in the background and focus on the very pretty blonde thing.















Tiago from his best angle.



Were the hell did she get this? No really, we want it.



Only the smoothest of men can text and drink at the same time.



Lily Allen, this is what "SMILE" should look like.






There's nothing as scary and at the same time cuddly as "My Neighbour Totoro", so why not make him the bouncer.



Smoothest hairdo. La Roux would turn in her coffin.









Fashion tip: rip my stocking.



Yes, I take it in the mouth.



Hello, this is Sweden calling. drool...






I don't know who you are, but I would turn lesbian/gay/pedophile for you.



Nothing as attractive to girls as a guy with too many cigarettes.






Awww...



Aye, aye!



I'd like to commission a piece like this for my bedroom.












Naughty, naughty!



We like naughty.















Snap.



What do you call two good DJs who happen to be beautiful?





















Props for the hat, man.
























The dangerous thing about bartenders like this one, is that they really make you drink more, just so you have a good reason to talk to them.






Floating Camikaze head.












Sideboobs are the new nude.









Another reason to go: CUUUUTE GIRLS.









...yes, she will probably vote for Pedro.



...or maybe this one will?






How to look older? Colour your hear grey.















"Bye, bye?" No, "hello!" It's only 5AM.












Snap.






This girls speaks German. If that isn't enough of an incentive for you to learn it, don't even try.



In the end, we leave you with something we don't know what is. It has a tongue and blonde hair and wears SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT.

If you woke up Saturday morning and remembered any of this, guess what? You were at Plastic.

1 comment:

silvia said...

"Were the hell did she get this? No really, we want it."
If you want to feel like Napoleon too... Call me ;)

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