Certain events—the approach of Halley’s Comet, a perfect storm—are so rare that the average person would be privileged to witness them once in a lifetime. Here at Hara Partners, we’re no different. We come to the office, we draw up proposals, we tinker with website design, but we don’t typically experience earth-shattering natural phenomena.
Take a few seconds to digest the sartorial miracle. Have a cigar while you’re at it—this sort of thing is to be savored, never rushed. Note the lovely gradations between each torso, delicately enhanced by the play of light and shadow. Cerulean, azure, cornflower, sky, baby: a legendary assortment of blues confronts the eye, which reels from the exquisite cornucopia.
Like the planets aligning, these seven paragons of Hara Partners strode into the office on the morning of October 24th, 2012, exactly as commemorated here. King Arthur himself couldn’t have made a grander or more fortuitous entrance. All activity ceased; a steady radiance shone forth from the assembly; an angels’ choir serenaded the stunned onlookers.
Oh, come on, you may find yourself thinking, so they coordinated outfits. Ha, ha.
NAY! Lies and devilry! Nothing less than scientific impossibility refutes this plebeian conjecture. Each of them possesses no less than 400 shirts, tunics, waistcoats, and/or jerkins. They are forbidden from discussing apparel during or between work. In fact, each has signed a sworn affidavit that they left home that morning wearing black or green.
It may be centuries—eons!—before fate bestows such a lucky confluence on our species again. We can only gather in wonder, humbled before a portrait that surely marks the dawn of a Golden Age. Just one question remains: was the cameraperson also wearing blue shirts? Or, by some providential happenstance, did the sheer charisma of the scene telekinetically impel the camera to act of its own accord?
Some things should remain a mystery. Go in peace.