After moving out we headed to London. We met up with Ella. Had a little drinky.
You know, same old.
Our journey began with Charing X and this lovely phone-booth:
Next stop St. Paul's. It felt like hell - you're down under and it's very hot:
The mandatory double-decker picture:
They might as well change it into Mad House:
This is a musical genius:
"I don't have a headache. I only have this fake smile":
The phone-booth art is everywhere:
Streets are happy:
I have this ordinary rapist coat, I don't mind showing off:
Monki is a-must-be:
The new Monki store is a blessing:
Tokyo streetstyle:
Regent street had an Estonian flag. Olympic games, here we come:
It was half past six:
Not so boring thermos:
The bicycle was just mind-blowing:
Enough with the crowd and the big city. We went to Ella's place:
She has the right tools near bed:
She has the right shoe by her bed:
1.I tried those shoes on and it was a disaster:
2.I'm so amazed that I'm standing up:
3.Finally ready to pose:
"OUI!"
Big tunes bring sparkle in his eyes:
Big vol brings sparkle to my eyes:
The coolest shirt ever. And the tits are pretty real:
The headpiece is like wowza!:
Ella knows how to smize, but Kaur is thinking about it:
The swagger is ON!:
Happy people, you have a problem with that?
Few blocks away, still happy. Problem?
Ella just visited Estonia after year and a half. She was this amazed how much they drink over there:
The party with massive beats like "Kill that Bitch":
Purple party people:
Trying to be very sexy while searching my straw:
Our outgoing look:
The place had the loveliest garden:
We met an Irish guy who spoke few Estonian words:
Ella is not that impressed by MTV:
On our way back home. This is a masterpiece:
London Love
