Paul is one of the coolest bachelors I have the pleasure of knowing. He's an accountant (NO WAIT! DON'T CHECK OUT), an avid lover of football, a fabulous musician and is hilarious. It came as no surprise that his apartment was well decorated but what we weren't prepared for was the extent to which his tastes matched his incredible personality: tasteful, classic and charming. As you will know from previous posts, I always give my readers the option of stalking these eligible friends of mine. You're welcome.
K, first of all, this was the spread. This picture is not altered. Veal chops, mussels in white wine sauce, grilled peppers and onions, fresh tomatoes with bocconcini, and baguette. The boy can cook.
EVEN MORE FOOD! Next to GQ magazines and mini samurai swords.
Move over, John Mayer.
Every bachelor pad needs a dart board with vintage cigar boxes perched on top.
And killer vinyl collection in old suitcase.
Paul's turntable and dial turned to Q107. Good boy.
Fish tank (he's nurturing!) and James Bond 007 collection (he's adventurous!).
Jazz posters and - no joke - Audrey Heburn. Serious point scorage for this.
Next, shots from an adorably hipster restaurant in the so-hip-it-hurts neighbourhood near Ossington Avenue.
You'll never miss it. Unless you don't know that W.C. stands for watercloset and don't know that watercloset stands for bathroom.
Andrew, probably Tweeting.
Fresh donuts, made in-house.
