Mr.Sartorialist
Sorry Mr.Sartorialist. I haven’t been to your page in ages. You see I got busy with my life, with a thousand jobs, all done just 20percent like different torrentz files uploading at the same time. Even when I did have time, which was quite often, I was making chai or just taking time to slump and slide in my fake-leather sofa. The summer of Mumbai caught me. It was all auto rides and dupatta on my face. I totally forgot to see waifs in high wedge heels, bohemian skirts from Europe and blonde-hair-black-eyebrows models on your page. But I will go back and absorb the wowness and full-bodyness of orange mufflers right now, or a girl on a cycle keeping it fresh and sunny, or a borderline delinquent mixing the tutu and army boots, and of course for a lot of unpredictables that your page promises. Sorry Mr.Sartorialist I didn’t take time to get lost with you. I was getting lost elsewhere but perhaps one must choose their getting lost zones too. But then would that really be getting lost?