In a world built solely on identity, presentation is everything.
Everything.
No one understands that better than the dark souls wrapped in Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples tortoiseshell glasses who work alongside me in the high-rising towers of Manhattan. Our worth is based on the quality of our accounts, the exclusivity of our Friday night reservations, and the stock of our business cards.
I mean, just look at that subtle off-white coloring.
LOOK AT IT!
The tasteful thickness of it. [gasp!] Oh my god, it even has a watermark.
There’s a reason why I’ve chosen “bone” as my cardstock.
