uhm, wow. Like how can you type that and not ... feel ... something about yourself. something seriously short of oxygen and rarified I looked down at the small section of my life situated at that airport dining table: my new Nike Air Max sneakers, my cashmere swacket (that’s 50% jacket, 50% sweater, 100% cozy), my almost-too-soft-to-be-taken-outside leather duffel bag, and my iPhone.
"I entered Terminal 5 with my Tumi in tow" is a rap lyric out of something involving polo shirts, BMW SUVs and varietal yogurt. It's such a starkly materialist, logo-centric way of viewing the world that of course his life is defined by brand rather than function.
Man, that hyphen is doing a lot of work. It took a couple of reads for me to stop being confused. It's such a starkly materialist, logo-centric way of viewing the world that of course his life is defined by brand rather than function.
"I looked down at the small portion of my money stacked on that airport table, and for this article, I figured I'd count it. I felt it defined me, and in order to share that definition, my audience needed to know how big exactly it was." jesus what a bad decisionAs Jony posed for our cover shot against a scrim, the photographer, a friend of his, made a few jokes. Jony laughed. Not because he had to, but because he thought they were funny.
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