LADS I FANCY #5

ZM

Welcome back to ✨LADS I FANCY✨, a TWP blog series where i just show u all the ✨LADS I FANCY✨

I want to caveat this lad with a disclaimer: I’m not proud of this one. I am, in fact, Embarrassed™️ - HUGELY. i wish i didn’t fancy this lad, because it is genuinely actually embarrassing. But i think that embarrassment is the entire point of this stupid series. Fancying someone, ANYONE, is kinda embarrassing. Like how cringe, u think they’re cute, ew omg. That’s the whole point. so with that said, don’t judge me, here we go.

5: DAMON ALBARN

right, hear me out:

Damon albarn in a shop, in front of the magazine rack, saying: and here you have your culture

first of all, britpop era Damon Albarn looks like a CSM XD guy that comes into the studio once a month. He fucks about on his macbook pro for about an hour, he presents the same (but slightly different) bit of ephemeral but mediocre work at every crit, he’s always in the kitchen at the grotty house party.

Damon albarn in a shop, in front of the magazine rack, saying: and here you have your culture

Damon albarn in a shop, in front of the magazine rack, saying: and here you have your culture

like, i know that guy. a bit too well. he smells a bit, but he’s very charming. you don’t actually want to be his mate, but you somehow find yourself enjoying his company because - as a passing acquaintance, he’s actually alright.

Damon albarn in a shop, in front of the magazine rack, saying: and here you have your culture

it’s very fucked up imo. hate that i’m into it, but i really do fancy him against my will.

that’s one embarrassing thing, here’s another. i still fancy him now, in his notting hill dad era.

Damon albarn in a shop, in front of the magazine rack, saying: and here you have your culture

even with the mullet. DON’T even, i don’t wana talk about it. i hate that for me.

he looks like an art school tutor, like his critical studies seminars are always ram-packed but no one actually wants to be in his tutor group. looks like he would be very sparing with praise, but at the end of the year, he’d tell you he thinks you’re doing alright. good job kid. - i can’t. don’t look at me, this is so embarrassing.

let’s never speak of it again.