“Sure, I’ll talk about my clothes. Thanks for asking.” I totally didn’t. “My boots are Marvana featuring Wicky Z for Quilty by Leomberge.” Never heard of ’em. “Of course not: you’re poor. The pants are Scaramucci.” Like the Mooch? “No, the same guy. The Mooch made my trousers. I don’t agree with his politics, but … Continue reading Putin On The Ritz