You know exactly who they are. The ones who walk right past club lines, who walk into rooms and make you swoon. You've felt their Gucci-anointed aura in a city paved with mildly good intentions and cocaine lines. It's a familiar cast: the centre of attention, the shameless flirt, the loudmouth, the narcissistic writer. It's a familiar setting: a city of smooth talkers, armchair activists, and the rich brats of Instagram wrapped up in cigarette smoke. A place to ...
