There are hot boys in every nationality, but each holds a certain quality that differs country to country.

The Italian Stallions are glorious constructions, heads cocked with proud struts. The short mullets, the pink shirts and the huge sunglasses can only be accompanied by their Roman nose and skin the colour of steak. Every inch oozes masculinity.

The Beautiful Boys of Barcelona are light and sweet, like melodic poetry or laughter that flows. They have long mullets and soft brown eyes with smiles that melt. They leave a fresh scent in the air as they sail past in their bicycle.

There is a seriousness to the English Boys. A hardness and refinement to their cold skin and porcelain features but simultaneously a vulnerability in those green eyes. They stand dressed in a smart Fred Perry knit and collared candy stripe shirt, deep in thought, betraying an inherent delicacy and boyish soulfulness.

Love you all.
Having a Hot Time in Hot London…