Our boy G-Dragon recently performed at the the Pierrot Strike Grand Opening, and some pretty good quality fancams have surfaced. He performed "Heartbreaker", "1 Year Station" and "A Boy" in front of a legion of screaming fangirls. I have to hand it to him, his live performances are amazing. Check it out below: cr: angylvs Although many have questioned his fashionista status, I think most will have to agree that he looks good here. Just take a look at these photos: You know you're cool when fan-taken pictures of you look like something from a photoshoot. The pictures I take of myself make me look like I'm mentally disabled. Sometimes I would look at my picture and it would be so offensively ugly that I actually became angry. I mean I know that I'm looking at my face, but I still have an inexplicable urge to punch it. This doesn't seem to happen to G-Dragon. He's got that whole fusion concept of both innocent and dangerous down. The beanie with the poof ball is reminiscent of something innocent, something a little kid would wear. However, his shades and leather jackets combo reminds you that he also won't hesitate to do you from behind in a dark alley. I guess to sum it up, a sexy little boy? Wait... that didn't come out right. Although it does remind me of when I was a little boy and my mom would tell me that wearing less clothes made me sexier, and that girls dig that kind of stuff. So I kept walking around looking all smug in my little tighty whitey, throwing a wink at every passing girl. Well what do you know, girls hated it and even beat me up a few times. I was so confused, why would they beat me up if I'm sexy? It was only after a couple of years later that I found out my mom was lying. Apparently she only said that so that she wouldn't have to buy me clothes. The moral of the story here is to never tell your children that they're sexy when they're really not. Spare them the unnecessary ass whooping when they go to school. When I have a child, I'm going to tell him that he's ugly every single day. Once when he wakes up in the morning, and once more when I put him to sleep at night. No child of mine is ever going to walk around in tidy whiteys and get beat up by girls.