It’s Friday night and I’m tired after staring at dozens of photos of shoes today… so to finish my working week I bring you Rafaello Balzo. The eyes say come to bed, the hair says I’m not a follower, the body says let’s fuck, the lips say I can suck a golf ball through a hose and the jeans… well they say my stylist is a pile of shit.
yeah, i can see how this could get the 2nd wind going after a long day!