By golly another video! And while this time I’m neither alongside Simon Doonan nor Prabal Gurung, I am getting schooled in large fur and bodacious footwear as per usual. And there’s a new breed of male smoking the screen, his name is John. He blogs about the sartorial conquests of literary figures and tweets a simultaneous shit ton and ton of shit.
Yes sure, my hairs a bit oily and in some scenes, my back so hunched you’re not sure you’re watching me or Quasimoto himself, clad in a red and fuschia…but they don’t call me the Man Repeller for nothing. Haven’t you ever had those weeks where you were so busy you couldn’t wash your hair for 2 plus days? No? Well, next time you intend to make fun of my occupation, think about that. I’ll have you know that when I was studying abroad in Paris, I would deliberately leave my hair unwashed so to perfect the messy French look. What now? What now? Nothing, I guess. The ultimate takeaway here is this: patent leather Carven shorts, furry Alexander Wang cape heels, new digital cafe at Barney’s. See you there. But first, see you here! Canadians, can you hear me? We’re hours away from an epic union of sorts.