用眼頭的小細紋,換來的成熟,
有沒有讓我夠堅強, handle 事情時變無敵鐵金鋼?!
i hope so.


"Nobody ever told me Scott Schuman was a small man. Not that size matters, but when I hear people talking about somebody in reverential tones I always imagine them to be... I don't know, big. Tall, powerful, all those things that go along with your typical, everyday successful-male-stereotypes. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw him in real life for the first time, outside the Rick Owens show in Paris in January, running about taking photos of the weird, the wacky and the wonderful, all... five foot nothing of him? But here was a case where stature did not equate to status. Wherever he walked people stiffened, attempting to look inconspicuously conspicuous in the hope that his well trained eye would notice some nuance of their appearance (that coat, those shoes). He's a fashionista's cryptonite - with a single glance he removes every trace of painstakingly cultivated nonchalance - it all sounds a bit ridiculous, I know, but in a world where image is everything, what greater validation exists than landing on the front page of The Sartorialist?"

