I don’t even know where to start. Oh wait–I do:

1. To state the painfully obvious: This city is absolutely brimming with people in expensive yet shoddy-looking clothes who could–and really should–make more of an effort. The best dressed person in the room is usually someone who has spent the most thought, not the most money.

2. Artifice and pretense is the point of urbanity and cosmopolitanism: I’d rather be an open narcissist who invites others to join in the fun rather than a disingenuous narcissist who takes themselves too seriously to risk “trying too hard”. In the words of Oscar Wilde: “Fuck that–where are my velvet knickers?”

3. If we want “authenticity” or have decided that we can’t keep up, we should move to Millville.