Saint-Just



My fondest regards to you, dear reader.

Have you ever been struck to the very core by the unsettling perfection of a person, the feeling that the fellow opposite you is not a man, but a carefully studied character in a play of whose production you were heretofore unaware? Have you lost yourself in the solipsistic possibility that you alone are real, and the world beyond your eyes (charming eyes, no doubt) is little more than a story designed to hold your attention? Salut, mon cher ami, I humbly present your guide in your dreaming perambulations, the secondary character to whom your heart shall be surrendered. I am Saint-Just, Creative Director of Muralis, neckwear enthusiast (as I type this I am wearing a christensen knot on my necktie) and the pinnacle of foppish charms. Ever at your service am I, willing always to lend a helping hand should you be led astray by the base temptations of life. Yes, it is a terrible burden to be independent, to think freely... so I urge you to cast aside such pestiferous responsibilities. Enjoy yourself, live freely, and leave the choices... to me.