You’re looking good, Dusty. He’s happening — hanging on his Harley, life is
good. And stylish. Where’s he headed? Does it matter? He’s a hipster. Things serendipitously come to him, like the posh Pasha in need of transportation. “My coach? My kingdom for a coach. Okay, a sidecar?” Picture perfect, perched sidesaddle in her sculptural wool bone trench by Compte de la Rue, bare-look legs, strappy slingbacks and proper, classconscious gloves she’s a traffic stopper— in violation of nothing. And he’s the mixmaster — eclectic and fashion way-forward — confidently pairing plaid trousers with a black leather jacket. Striking their stay-put, poufed and pompadoured pose, we know wherever they’re headed they’ll arrive super stylishly—not one hair out of place.
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