Still tittering about the ludicrously capacious bag? What are you, some sort of weekend Malbec moron? Please. Sartorially minded Succession connoisseurs have moved on to savouring the fine, biodynamic, sparking red wine that is ‘jerkoff coder from Gothenburg’ Lukas Matsson’s alpha tech-bro style.
Let’s get the perfunctory possible-spoiler-warning out the way. Which seems like the polite, if completely un-Matsson thing to do. He doesn’t do polite; Matsson is the ultimate post-footwear, post-hygiene, post-boundaries man. He pisses territorially, insults liberally and f***s randos with headphones on.
