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While in Anthropolgie I picked up the Penguin published book of the Sartorialist’s blog. Slightly disapproved that it was stocked so close to the counter, as if people would only shed their green on impulse, basically this choice action likens the book to chewing gum and lifestyle magazines. This is fucked up because it’s full of girls like Joana.

Orange dress, clubmasters (the bearable wayfarer), do rag and kicks ripe to be dug into the youthful ass of whatever squeeze she happens to be wrapping those killer getaway sticks around. She’s my new favourite Brazilian.

The Sartorialist.