Falling Off The Catwalk

You may notice the appearance of American Fez has changed. It is not as debonair as it once was; it's dressed down now and not as polished or well-groomed as previously. All its former 'sprezzatura' has been eliminated in favor of simple, utilitarian presentation. Suffice it say, the American Fez is no longer turning heads at Design Central. In fact, this poor blog would probably be unceremoniously ejected from Design Central and its membership card ripped into tiny pieces. This unfortunate tate of affairs occurs because I've been forced to switch blogging platforms from fashion-conscious Typepad to sweatpant-clad Blogger. So not only have I been required to swap my glad rags for plain old rags, I've also had to mess around with the so-called Domain Mapping (which is like trying to learn to tie your shoelaces with your teeth). Consequently, I'm not ever sure if loyal readers can even find me and my nonsense anymore. So if you are legacy reader from bygone days, please leave a comment here so I know you are not lost in the digital wilderness unable to find the sanctuary of Stephenesque during this period of transition and sartorial economy. Thank you.

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