So, as usual I couldn't just let things fall where they may. After writing Mr. Scott a flowery little letter, I received this response(!):
My 15 minutes of
I was nearing work this morning and got the much dreaded, but oft experienced sensation that someone was watching me. I could sense it was the bicyclist behind me, and he was creeping like it was his job. When i turned around to express my disapproval of said creeping, I saw a familiar face. I was scowling at THE Scott Schuman, yes, of Sartorialist fame. If there was any doubt in my mind that he might not be the world famous blogger, I quickly noticed the smoking gun: his camera, of course. Sadly, it was his job to creep, and my scowling misdirected.
As I turned around he made a face. I am still unsure whether it was a grimace or a smile. It was hot, he was on a bike, and riding uphill, so maybe he meant to smile? Most likely he was riding slowly to see if i was worthy blog fodder, got close enough, noticed the pools of perspiration, and changed his mind. I am sad to say it wouldn't be the first time I was rejected from a favorite street style source. Earlier this year Maria Mikkelson approached me for Nylon, but I never made the cut. To quote a great trendsetter of our past, "OH WHAT A WORLD, WHAT A WORLD."
In other, better news, I finally got around to fixing my Hurwundekis! The toes had been so badly scratched, I thought it better just to cover them right up.