(start scene)
A man sits alone in a dark room. He sits attentively in a large chair adorned with alligator hide and the antlers of beasts long passed. A small wooden table is to his right. Atop rests a peculiar phone. No buttons, no rotary dial, just a receiver.
The man shifts his weight now leaning towards the phone, almost as if he senses something.
His velvet jacket sits neatly on his shoulders. His cufflinks catch the moonlight shining through the window and cast tiny reflections on the wall of the ancient study. They reveal leather bound books, glass jars filled with secrets and mysteries, and trophies only a man who had lived a million lifetimes could have acquired.
Suddenly the phone rings. The man closes his eyes as he picks up the receiver and brings it to his ear.
A voice at the other end starts to speak.
“Alex…your city needs you…it is time.”
The phone clicks and then silence.
He puts the phone back down gently. He stands up and buttons his jacket. His hands tremble with excitement. A smile creeps across his face.
“Fashion week…” he says quietly to himself.
He walks out of the room and into the wilderness armed only with his mind. The deadliest weapon of all.
(end scene. excerpt from Menswear fantasies vol. 5)
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hello old readers and welcome to my new readers.
I will be taking you into the deep, dark, twisted world of fashion as only I can.
Tumblr has granted me full access to the insanity of NYFW.
and I will catalog the madness in the only way i know how…
by completely embarrassing myself every day.
- forgetting people’s names? oh yeah
- spilling drinks on models? you got it
- going into the women’s bathroom by mistake? IT WAS A MISTAKE!
- double posts? or triple posts? damn straight
my experience is your experience.
this is my first NYFW and we will learn together.
cry together.
laugh together.
drink together.
drink some more together.
forget to close our tab together.
walk home with our shoes in our hands because our feet hurt together.
lose our wallets together.
and ultimately, find true love together, as only the internet can.
isn’t that the goal?
so.
if you see me running around trying to figure out how to work this camera, or trying to zip my fly, holler at me.
lets party,
alex
