Meant to do this yesterday, but the factory where I clock my 9-5s frowns on nipple pasties. Which led to me forgetting about it last night, which means this is now probably somewhere between “meh” and “death throes” on the internet hype cycle. I’d like to think, though, that it’s gorgeous enough to wring a few extra days of life.
Please resist the urge to immediately start work on a 10,000-word essay that asks whether Basement Jaxx “works” in the “post-luxury economy.”
