Showing posts with label Pete Doherty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pete Doherty. Show all posts
Cigarettes, Cigarettes
...wear the heart down, cigarettes. Sigh(/cough).
Death has never looked so glamorous. (except that time the grim reaper wore a YSL designed cloak).
The superb singer, Feist, puffs and scratches. Great photograph.
Jamie T sucks on a fag.
Kate Moss and Pete Doherty. (How not to accessorise your Vivienne Westwood scarf...).
Ryan Phillippe, I'd forgive him anything, even an ash-tray tongue.
Death has never looked so glamorous. (except that time the grim reaper wore a YSL designed cloak).
The superb singer, Feist, puffs and scratches. Great photograph.
Jamie T sucks on a fag.
Kate Moss and Pete Doherty. (How not to accessorise your Vivienne Westwood scarf...).
Ryan Phillippe, I'd forgive him anything, even an ash-tray tongue.
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