The Secret Agents Of Capitalism

The young people grouped at the end of the bar resemble Gap models. They are facially attractive, in that asymmetrical sort of way, and they wear the new uniform of the Internet cast-aside who still has money to carouse with: tight dark blue jeans, T-shirts a bit too small and hair slightly greased. It’s a Wednesday night at a small bar on Manhattan’s Lower East Side.

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