My Boyfriend: Fabian Ciraolo

I’m rarely attracted to artists, which kind of blows my mind. If anyone should be obsessed with them, it should be me. I mean, I went to art school for a whole year. I’m always looking to be someone’s muse. Plus, artists are usually pretty disheveled-chic, and they’d never force me to go out to eat because they can’t afford food. Oh well. I can’t change my tastes, and I guess the bright side is that my non-attraction to artists has saved me from having sex on bare mattresses and getting bedbugs, so maybe it’s not so bad after all. But, there’s always a guy out there who will make you reevaluate everything you know to be true about yourself, and today that guy is Fabian Ciraolo.

I might have been on mushrooms when I first saw Fab’s work, but it spoke to me. It said, “Babe, this Chilean man-child is onto something. Also, your skirt’s on backwards. Get your shit together.” So right on. My skirt was totally on backwards, so thank God I corrected that. Have you ever tried getting dressed in head-to-toe Comme des Garçons whilst tripping? Let’s just say it’s not as easy as it sounds.

Anyways, I can’t tell you much about Fabian, because his website and twitter are all in Spanish. But I kind of love that he’s super mysterious in that way. Here’s what I do know:

1. He’s maybe Chilean.

2. He’s definitely an illustrator.

3. He tweets little gems in English sometimes, like this:

4. He looks very broody.

That’s enough for me to have made the executive decision that Fabian is indeed my bf.

This entry was posted in Boyfriends, Drugs, My Boyfriend. Bookmark the permalink.