Steve Trout is aware that society would prefer that he not wear those seductive Foster Grants, particularly in mixed company, but he doesn’t much give a damn about that. When a gentleman like Steve Trout walks loins-first into the room, you’re immediately aware of three things: the van is customized, the status is no longer quo, and love is about to be made.
Your Daguerreotype of the Evening is of Steve Trout. He can dance to that.
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