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.