There has never been a day when I couldn't stop but think about the gigantic egos of individuals associated with modernism. I really do buy into it and wished I was one of them. Decades after the collapse of modernism, I always seem to romanticise about it. This rather seems like a manifestation of how clearly snotty I am. For now, I seem to fascinate myself with this portrait of Mies van der Rohe. It does evoke some of the things I have an affinity for: black and white photographs, black and white ensembles, impeccable tailoring, smoking, and the definitive look of smugness. Lastly, I realised that I should try working with pocket squares or at least make an attempt because I just feel like it. That would really depend on me

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