It is clear to me that Esquire is a magazine for the man whose depth of thought matches his conscious approach to styling. A man who is well read, wears a three piece suit with measureless poise but also carries ‘smart casual’ with aplomb. He uses the word “aplomb”. He’s a man who collects contemporary art (although not “trendy” street art rubbish), never rests his sunglasses on top of his head, owns a pair of Prada shoes, drives a luxury sedan – but one that doesn’t go overly fast because that would be pretentious. The Esquire man can wear a scarf with no irony required; he can fire a weapon if needed, but believes resolution is better reached through words. He thinks Robert Downey Jr is a genius and believes Brody from The Hills is a disease greater than Aids.
And, of course, he appreciates the delicate beauty and sensual allure of an intelligent, sexy woman:
Frolic your delicate ivory British body for them Daisy Lowe – frolic with all your might.
Esquire Magazine: probably a pack of pretentious c*nts – but with fabulous taste in (semi-dressed) women.
Why not go to that special place on earth where Esquire Men and Daisy Lowes abound!
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