Alex Varanese
Wednesday, February 24th, 2010
From age four to 16 I lived under the iron-fisted tutelage of a clan of Kung Fu monks, studying without rest from sunup till sundown — except Thursdays, when Project Runway was on — in preparation for the day when their superhuman powers would be bestowed upon me and I would carry on their thousand-year legacy of justice, honor, and fashion-forward flare. Finally the time came, kneeling at the foot of the temple stairs, my head bowed, ready for enlightenment. After what felt like hours — but was actually like two minutes according to my iPhone — it began. “A choice awaits, my son. Drink from the red elixir and be blessed with the gift of flight, guarding the vault of heaven like the sword of god. (more…)






