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Day 9, 7:30 AM - no sign of help: James thought skimming "The Essential Guide to Sailing Style" on GQ would have prepared him for Nantucket Sound, he sat on the stern knowing it hadn't. 

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Net-a-porter? Mr. Porter?? Sean had just assumed that Airport Porter was a stepping stone to steezy e-commerce upper management. 47 minutes into his first shift and sleep was the only thing that could take him away from this leather-handled hell.

Esquire

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Reportage, Réportage? This shot was so euro, so nochalant, so joie de vivre. Ready. Aim. What the fuck? Erol looked up to find two other dickheads pilfering his goddamn Pulitzer. Just because they paid for Camera+ rather than using instagram like the rest of the world doesnt mean they could come in and fuck with his chiaroscuro.

GQ-SXXXSW

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"Guys! Guys! GUYS! look at me!" this was the right way to use one of these, right? Since the age of 7, Guy's dad had kept him out of the playground and in his backyard "War Games Training Facility". After 16 years of stabbing potato sacks he was slowly trying to regain what felt like a normal life, one swing at a time 

GQ-sxsw

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“Damn, bitches always wanna stick me for my paper” John couldn’t get that song out of his head since his mom left Hot 97 on in the Wagoneer. Just like Biggie he was gonna ride around and get his though; Muffy’d been staring at his velour helmet for like 3 straight hours. Get in line trick

Unabashedly Prep

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He sauntered into Calculus 1, making sure the door slammed behind him, though Exeter had loosened up in the 10 years since he'd been there the class still gasped in shock. Shorts, No blazer. Fuck were they gonna do? He was Happy Trillmore

J Press York St

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The #menswear scene was blowing up in Shibuya but all these plebes were stunting on everything from Alden to Zara. Time to bring some next level shit 'cross the pacific. He called his proxy in St. Louis to see how he could one-up these peasants. Two weeks and $875 later he slipped on his Coogi Duffle and drained an imaginary 3 as he stepped out the door. 

honeyee

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"your mom's a snood". Chad could only bear so much criticism about his infinity scarf. How hard was it to call it correctly anyway? Snoods are obviously for chicks, this shit was manly, this shit was cable knit, dog. Just as his confidence was returning he heard something from a nearby jeep wrangler, "NICE SNOOD DICKHEAD"...defeat

We Three Leaves

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Those fuckers at kappa sig were going to pay. He'd been denied at their semi-annual "foam and dome" party for 3 years straight now. But not this year, not with his new APC Fratouflage sweatie. It was one small step for man, one giant leap for GDI kind.

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Monday through Friday he was Chuck, a largely unsuccessful junior graphic designer from Rye. Every Saturday morning though, he became Captain Loopwheeler. Running around the den, freeing the world from tight fitting clothing. One pair of 510's at a time.

Four Pins- Sweating the Post Style Blog Era

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"...INSTACOPPED " Thats was it, Pat hung up and knew he had a problem but it was too late to fix it. He'd maxed out every card he could get his hands on, he sold his parent's wedding rings to a proxy in japan for the Mcnairy x Spiderman snapback. There was no fix, the only escape was to jump.

Four Pins - NY Street Style

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more excited than nervous, James stepped into position outside the Ace. The intel was spotty but he knew Furstenberg was in 201. With no backup stealth was going to have get him most of the way. Upper management was all but assured if he was able to bring back F/W 2013. He was Wet Seal Team 6 

Four Pins - NY Street Style

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Silence enveloped lower manhattan, 3 days after the attack and he hadn't seen another soul. Not one for doom and gloom though, Chris had already looted La Colombe and was on the hunt for a dime to repopulate the world with.

Four Pins - Jack Robie

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Sautéed portobello with a raspberry demi-glace and a balsamic reduction. Shirt open to avoid stains, pants tight to compress vital quad muscles. This was Jenny's first impression on her boss out of the office and she'd be damned if the entrée was less than perfect

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Becoming famous early had been a blessing and a curse, sure Gucci had enough money to buy 3 scoops of diamond ice cream but was it all an attempt to regain childhood memories he never had? Fuck it, the Hummer limo just hit the driveway and it was time for senior prom... only 10 years too late.

JJJJound

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"Here, meet me by th sox" he leisurely pecked into his blackberry, fashionable came easy, but whenever Dave tried to be fashionably late it went horribly wrong. He'd spent extra minutes tweezing chest hairs and disheveling his pocket square. And yet, here he stood, 20 minutes early, waiting for the party to arrive.

YHBTI

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Todays adventure...the arctic? Yukon?  Try Lincoln Center, if Dave's fashion-forward decision to wear his new parka in the middle of june didn't get him on The Sartorialist, nothing would.

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