A few days ago I bumped into the Sartorialist outside Marc Jacobs in the West Village. This was easily more exciting than seeing SJP, even if [almost] no one else was as excited.
Lets just say he looks even more like the Sartorialist than the Sartorialist. He was very short, has the squarest head I've ever seen, dresses impeccably and has a digital SLR sticky taped to his right hand.
Unfortunately I now have an outfit (including my favourite tux jacket) that can never be worn again on the grounds that it was rejected by the Sartorialist. Sad face.
Yesterday, the Sartorialist was watching the New York City marathon in Brooklyn. See here.
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