Luxury, glamour, money.

Luxury, glamour, money. You ever wondered, what it's all about? What it's all about in life? Well, I wondered too. Sometimes I asked myself: Is really all that you need, have enough money for the rest of your life, to keep yourself to a higher standard?
It might be things better left unsaid, but who doesn't want to have enough money, so you can do things you never did in life before? You would usually never do.
You ever entered the most expensive store in town, just to be harsh to the saleswoman and order her around before leaving the store without buying something? It's not like, you can't. The saleswoman doesn't know your account balance, neither the bodyguard right next to the door. And as my mom said: Even the richest person isn't written all over it's face how much money they've got. She's right.
Enter a Prada or Gucci store, doesn't matter how expensive they're looking. The saleswoman will be friendly to you, 'cause she assumes you have enough money to afford some of their stuff. She will never send you out. She can't.
But there's one thing the staff of this stores do know: No ordinary mortals will ever enter their store. No ordinary mortal will ever get the courage to order them around and no ordinary mortal will ever buy something they want to entrust you.

engl.: kings boulevard, germany

Well, knowing all these things doesn't make you more determined and you're still standing on this boulevard amongst all these people you can't tell which one's on which side. The rich or the ordinary side. And you're still on the ordinary sight.
Facing the stores and the peoples who entered them, trying to recognize which side this peoples are on, clutching your digital camera in your hands. It's not about the stores yet you're fascinated. It's about the people. My mom's right. You can't tell which person has money. You see all this well-dressed people who got enough shots of botox in teir faces. And you know they're one of them. Of the high society.
But they're also the other peoples who just wanted to see these people, just like me.

However, it is not the same. I started a survey and the most guys doesn't want to be like them. Almost 95% want to be the way they are. I'm one of these 5% who doesn't want to be the way I am. I want to be one of them. With all the prejudice and fancies.

There is one ticket out of all this right into this innovative and new world. One good-looking ticket who just came right out of this Giorgio Armani store. And his name was Odin.