But mostly a distaste for fashion

When I came here, I left some people behind, I brought some along, I found new ones. New York puts all of your relationships through a blender. However, once you get over (or used to) the dizzying pace, the social escalationism, the scenes, you give your head a shake and remember that your friends and the ones that share your priorities:

humour
opinion
a sense of compassion
creativity
and a distaste for fashion.

So friend's article got published in the NYT this weekend. It then got picked up by Gawker and trashed. We celebrated at our neighbourhood pub with a game of sixes and a smuggled banana cream pie.