An adult dose, and that's for sure. In case you didn't know, my pet peeve with The Sartorialist and even Garance Dore (who can't claim testosterone) is that their blogs are as filled as can be with off-duty models, the young and the taut with shoe budgets that rival what i spend on wrinkle cream in a week... wait, that didn't...if...i...could...just..reach...(gasp! Pernod gone!).
Exiting The Last Waltz at Pepito's un-airconditioned Parkway Theatre with the other saggy ex-people of the weed attractive has-beens, my eyeballs stuck in the stare position and i knew, in a biblical sense, why those pervy street style bloggers shoot tall thin long-legged stunning women. it was so dang easy. for example, i didn't even press the button on my hello kitty camera. i lurched over to her, babbled incoherently, she smiled, the camera came up, framed itself, button pressed, flash went off, another perfectly gorgeous shot and she went on her way to meet her agent and sign a multi-hundred $$ modeling contract and i staggered away thinking, i just wholesale sold out and abandoned all my principles and it was quite easy and pleasant.
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