You’ll have to excuse me – I’m not really accustomed to GQ magazine’s writing style. As I’m only visiting their website every now and then, and for very specific subjects, I didn’t really take the time to do a proper and disinterested reading. Now I tried to read the 5 pages – long article about Scott Schuman.
The Sartorialist in GQ. Not photographing for them, but being interviewed by GQ. Growing distant from his original “street style photographer” status, the much esteemed mr. Schuman was (somewhat) crayoned for GQ in a very moving manner, one that put him on a glowing pedestal, a galaxy away from his blogging origins.
I said earlier that “I tried” going through the article (click here to read it).
Without much success though – its author touched me deeply in the most unexpected way – I felt like reading through one of my boys’ school papers. An essay brushing the Sartorialist in every direction. On the fifth (and last) page he was so shiny and slick from all that brushing and polishing that my appetite took the rest of the day off.