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I had a dream.

I was Italian.

I was the stallion of steez.

I was the consigliere of crisyness.

I matched my Ferrari’s to my Stubbs.

I matched my speedboats to my ascots.

My women were bespoke, just like my suits.

Double breasted.

Always.

I took hard drugs on holidays.

And holidayed on hard drugs.

Seersucker in the coldest of winters.

Wool flannel in the most sweltering of summers.

In all my sartorial splendor I ravaged the world.

And broke every single rule I saw fit.

Shopping sprees with Willow Smith in Milan.

Racing dirtbikes through the Tuileries Garden with Shia LaBeouf.

I made him cry.

I was your favorite blogger’s favorite blogger’s muse.

Sat front row at fashion week, but I was on my Blackberry the entire time.

And they still invited me back.

Year after year.

Year after year.

Year.

After.

Year.

I had a dream.

I was Italian.

I was the stallion of steez.

I was the consigliere of crisyness.