No, you are awesome, Bill Murray! You are so awesome that… You just are!

Dress rehearsal? What is that? Well, it involves the clothes that we talk a lot about here and that extra something that can’t be talked about when talking about you. Because awesome! Because you!

Few people could totally carry that weight on their shoulders. What weight? Yes, that’s right. None. Zero. As in no weight whatsoever when it comes to clothes. That is if one can ever see clothes as a weight. Not me. I only see them with hearts-shaped-eyes. You? Whatever suits you. You be you.

Or be Bill. Hello, Bill!

I know I’m not saving the world… But something in what I’ve learned how to do or the stories that I’ve tried to tell… They’re some sort of representation of how life is or how life could be. And that gives some sort of optimism. And an optimistic attitude is a successful attitude.

I love you, Bill Murray. It’s the love above. It’s Sofia Coppola’s Lost In Translation. No trailer here (or anywhere here), you know the drill and you know Scarlett Johansson.

I am looking for pictures of you, Bill, as we speak, and all I can say now is that there’s something about your face, attitude better yet, that makes me not ever wonder about what you’re wearing. But I bet you don’t, either. You, Bill. Ever.

And this is not kinky. This is style. Timeless. You are timeless, Bill.

This is a piece I’ve been opening and closing for a week now and have been writing and deleting stuff for just about the same amount of time. Today, however, I learned it’s your birthday, Bill, and I told myself This is it!. Again, yes. Today! Beautiful day.

It started with the picture of you pointing out to me from my phone the other day. I was in a traffic jam, in front of a red light for a lot of minutes, we were looking at each other, you and me, and I was thinking Ok, three more posts on Instagram and I’m done and I wasn’t. This is how I bumped into you. I’ve always liked you. Ever since The Groundhog Day or The Royal Tenenbaums.

Still, I Lost My Heart In Tokyo, as I, metaphorically, lost my heart in Tokyo after watching Lost In Translation.

I had just found my heart when boom, this came along…

I was saying how clothes don’t matter, but did you notice the vest? Style and personality have to go hand in hand like lovers do. About that (style, personality or lovers), Bill has that je ne sais quoi that makes you want to hug him and that style that makes you want to chill. With our without him.

I’m going to hug Bill.

You? You’re awesome!