He's so
swankyWith his s.w.a.n.k.y. cars and his
swanky Gucci cuff links...
He hangs out in all the s w a n k y restaurants with the swanky politicians and t.v. personalities.
He goes to a
swanky law school and comes from a
swanky family.
He is so SwAnKy.
At night, he parades through the streets of Paris, sipping on
Bellavista Franciacorta champagne and dreaming of his artsy girlfriend.
When people ask him who he is, he says:
I am a Harvard student.
An ambassador's son.
I have fine things.
But most importantly,
I am SWANKY.
She's so
artsyIn her
artsy clothes (from an a r t s y thrift store).
In her back pocket, she carries an
artsy book
where she writes
artsy poems and draws
artsy pictures for her swanky boyfriend.
She is so a.r.t.s.y.
The art seems to flow from her mouth when she speaks.
She talks of
artsy people, such as Georg
Baselitz and Robert
Hass.
She goes to all the
artsyyy coffee shops in Manhattan to listen to all the indie bands and drink all the
artsy drinks
none of them
M
O
C
H
A
frappuccinos. When people ask her who she is, she says:
I am a vegan.
A poet.
Photographer.
Music lover.
But most importantly,
I am ARTSY.
They are lovely.
He is European. She is American.
He speaks four languages. She speaks Brooklynese.
He has blonde hair and blue eyes. She, brown hair with green eyes.
He likes the operas. She likes indie rock concerts.
He's clean cut. She's trashy.
When people ask them who they are, they say:
We are driven.
We are different.
We are distant.
But most importantly,
we are LOVE.