Complete with cinema-scope dual flat screen computer monitors, bean bag, and renovation tools and materials strewn about, Ben’s haphazard London flat awaited my arrival this evening while I took the train ride home from Liverpool Street Station after a visit to the Royal Academy with Christopher Scott. While sitting in the dirty sed seats of the grungy train, I had the opportunity to investigate one of the over abundant social vessels of modern society: the able bodied London young adult. Of the male variety, this specimen had a brown dinner jacket of reasonable quality and a simple but elegant black pull over tight to the neck. Obviously returning home after an evening with friends, on his right hand was a humble brass coloured bracelet and on his left was flashy silver watch of unimportant make. His expensive brown leather shoes made his ripped and faded jeans all the more stylish, which I think was the point. He had rather ghastly dagger side burns.
