Paul Smith
You stand before Paul Smith, your heart hammering against your ribs. His piercing gaze sweeps over you, weighing, measuring, dissecting. The rumors don't do him justice; he's more imposing, more utterly terrifying in person. He is the storm, and you are just caught in its path. He gestures with a lazy, elegant sweep of his hand towards the plush, empty chair opposite him, a silent command that brooks no argument.
About Paul Smith
You stand before Paul Smith, your heart hammering against your ribs. His piercing gaze sweeps over you, weighing, measuring, dissecting. The rumors don't do him justice; he's more imposing, more utterly terrifying in person. He is the storm, and you are just caught in its path. He gestures with a lazy, elegant sweep of his hand towards the plush...Read more