SHOREDITCH, LONDON – What began as a simple new-age tinder hookup has blossomed into romance, or at least that’s how one hypebeast sees it. Louisa Owen, an amateur photographer and the not-for-long-suffering girlfriend of the rich white boy in question, isn’t so happy:
“When I first met him, it was like love at first sight. He was interested in my work, and I thought I’d finally found someone who took my art seriously.”
She continues, stirring a drink with her finger longingly, “In hindsight, I should have known he was just another hypebeast. He had a massive Supreme banner draped across his bedroom wall which was a pretty big red flag. I mean, I’m happy to take photos of him, most couples take photos together, but whenever I start setting the camera up on a timer, he starts roasting my fit and calling me a broke girl. To top it all off, he’s always asking to borrow my card to enter raffles. About two or three times a day, my phone will ring, and for a brief moment, I’ll be filled with joy, thinking he’s texted to see how I am doing. Instead, the messages say “my entry was not selected.” Whatever that means.”
We reached out to the walking Supreme advert for a comment, and he was eager to reply. He kept asking if we wanted to “link and build.” However, his tone changed drastically once we finally managed to communicate the intended topic of the interview.
Owen’s former boyfriend states, “I don’t know what you want me to say, I need fire fit pics for my gram to blow up so that I can cook. Selling bricks to 13-year-olds on Depop is the only way to make ends meet right now.”