Ahh, August. Favorite month of all the months, for so many reasons – and not just birthday ones. August is the last full month of summer. August is the last month with no school. August is the last month when there are more days in the pool than out of it. August is heat and sun and fading flowers. Most of all, August is happiness. Contentment. The calm before the storm. And I don’t want it to end, so let’s go back in time, just a week, and do it all over again.
We held a retirement gathering for my new publicist Gin-Gin, and she wore a head-dress that was simply stunning. Let me see your peacock. (Don’t forget to follow @CircleOfAlan on Twitter!)
Zac Efron and his man-purse, even if I employed that look years ago.
Summer poem for a summer night.
There was beauty in the form of male models, including Genaro Perez, Norbi Novak, Joshua Joles, Jake Jensen & Ellis McCreadie.
There was something more serious from the mouth of my own brother.
The latest, and last, for Hermes from the brilliant Jean-Claude Ellena.
The Delusional Grandeur Tour picks up steam, with some support from my naked ass and Louis Vuitton.
Somebody else has an August birthday, and she’s one of my favorite people in the world.
Finally, some sangria, for summer.
