So there's this new book out called The Sartorialist. Which, I beleive is based on a blog, I assume of the same name. Now, (indulge me here) this is a book that is essentially photographs of people. These people are, I understand, what is considered stylish. These stylish people are divided into two catergories; The first, I will label 'Stylish People'. This I feel is rather self-explanatory. The second catergory (stay with me here reader) I shall call 'Not Stylish People'.
Now, I understand your intial confusion with this concept. No doubt you are well atuned to style. If you fall into the majority demographic of readers of this blog (18-25, London, using a Mac) you know what it is to be stylish, to place your mind in that most holy parthenon, the realm occupied by the editors of such holy texts as Vogue and er... the others. To you, oh angels of effluent fashion, dieties of sophistication, priests and priestesses on the shrine of godly aesthetics the difference may not be readily apparent.
You see... No, wait... Oh I got it: Well my dear reader the diff- No, that's crap. God, had such a good beginning and middle... Right, I'll skip through it to my closing line. Er... Wait for it, so good...oh yeah; then Rachel Darling said this:
'George Orwell's real name was Eric Blair. Read that in Grazia.' Then she casually turned back to
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