4 nations, 4 styles, 4 musicians. I would love a concert.

I have set up a band. With the casting guys of course, because I can’t play a thing, not even the door bell.

During my tours through the website (but how many are you guys?) I often find the most interesting photos are those that show people expressing themselves through their passion or preferred activity.

Such as dancing, jumping a ditch (how many of you are jumping?) or performing with an instrument. Well, I have combined four elements for a very international band.

Kandis from the United States on drums, playing the snare drum, wearing an enviable Chanel style outfit.

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  Kandis

  23-year-old girl from United States

Near Kandis, Oleg from Russia on the sax, who, if need be, can play the tambourine too and wears a beanie pulled well down on his head.

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  Oleg

  27-year-old guy from Russian Federation

In perfect harmony with Kevin from Belgium, a sufficiently gloomy guitarist, who also goes for the grunge beanie look, but is endowed with a body sculpted by his time on the skateboard, to be used on stage for breathtaking solos.

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  Kevin

  21-year-old guy from Belgium

On vocals (perhaps with a different dress from the satin one that looks like a wedding favour, that Kevin might well not like) is Bambi from Latvia.

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  Bambi

  22-year-old girl from Latvia

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…where are the bold and the beautiful?During the New York fashion shows, my friend Francis had a crisis: ‘No, that’s enough! Why do they choose such horrible models… we have to do something, enough monsters with interesting faces, we want handsome men!!!’.

Well, mindful of Francis’ crisis, I concentrated on the guys. Actually, this casting could be the chance to discover someone healthy, not someone who seems to have escaped by chance from a massacre or someone who had a close encounter with a tram line, or other similar characters who fashion addicts love so much. In order to find some interesting chaps, I searched among the guys who registered recently and this is the result.

I point out, for patriotism, Gaetano the Italian. First of all because he has a nice face (like a scoundrel). And also because he says he’s studying to become a nurse and it’s a relief to know that you can meet him in hospital if you have an injury. The platinum blonde matted hair in some of the photos is truly terrifying but it requires a certain degree of courage, so well done!

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  Gaetano

  25-year-old guy Italy

After him, I began to search among the most voted with great disappointment: too macho or too false. Very sporty, another Italian Andrea C. with a turban scarf on his head. It’s surprising how he can pass with nonchalance from Scarface, to a rapper pose, to the one with a green checked shirt, crawling on the sidewalk (but what kind of pose is it?). He seems to be friendly and also a guy who goes on holiday in places with incredibly lit landscapes (I’m very envious).

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  Andrea C.

  24-year-old guy Italy

The next searches were a failure. I point out only Vish from India for one of his photos: an image from a holiday with a hand on a panoramic viewpoint railing (or road with a sheer drop). All of us have a photo with a hand on a railing. Me too, obviously. Well, comment and point me to some nice guys! I’ll tell Francis and make her happy too.

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  Vish

  19-year-old guy India

Lost In Fashion, Italy

Of course, it’s snowing. Of course, I am about to leave for New York where the perfect storm is awaiting me. Before it’s too late I’d better go into town and buy boots, waterproofs and thermals to avoid completely freezing.

It’s eight thirty, the sky is milky and snow flakes the size of golf balls are falling. Help! I take the subway, which is better than taking my chances over ground. I re-emerge near the cathedral, Milan, and I go towards the nearest shoe store, to buy padded boots. I look in the first window: sandals. Sandals?

No, excuse me, it’s snowing, can’t we put things in the shops that are, well, if not exactly sensible, at least vaguely linked with planet earth? The only people who respond to my needs are the street sellers who, if it rains, get the umbrellas out (and sell them), if it’s packed with people, bring out the most ridiculous objects (and sell them too) and in the middle of the next snow storm I bet they’ll have a sign ready saying: “grit, shovels, boots” (I hope).

Is it us, who write “summer’s here” in November, that provoke the temperature change in the shop windows? Is it my fault that sandals are on sale in every window? Nice sandals though, I admit. Slim heel with cream straps. And wedges with a leather band. Forget it. I’m looking for snowboots.

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