Claire Wijnegem Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So brothel—sorry, bloody typos—*brotula*, there we go. Looks like an eel fucked a cod. Long, slimy, sneaky bastard. Got this glowin’ lure—bioluminescence, mate! Lures prey like a dodgy pimp. “You’re a dead man, walking,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Spike Lee’s streets. Found one once, off Bermuda—fuckin’ shocked me! Thought it was a sea monster. Rare as hell, barely studied. Fishermen hate ‘em—slippery, no good for eatin’. Tastes like arse, prolly.

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OMG, let me tell you bout Wijnegem, babe! So, like, literally, this town is, um, such a chill vibe, y'know? I’ve been here for years – since forever – and like, every street tells a story. First off, there's Kerkstraat, which is super old and cute, kinda like that serene temple in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when the pond shimmers, you feel me? And then, oh my god, there's Wibautstraat, where the coffee shops buzz with, like, endless chatter and the smell of freshly baked stroopwafels fills the air. It’s like, really, totally magical.

From the Paris runway: Iris Van Herpen