Here’s a fun one to close the week out with: We recently discovered the unequivocal joy that is Vanity Fair‘s fashion market director, Michael Carl, on Twitter. He is, in a word, fantastic. This is also the most public insight into the inner-workings of Conde Nast since the world has been without Conde Elevator.

For those who don’t know, the job of a market editor is to be the person who picks out and secures the clothing for a magazine’s fashion shoots and the like; much of the job is receiving free stuff from fashion brands, going to fashion shows, and dispatching hapless interns and editorial assistants to lug giant garment bags of clothing around Manhattan, sometimes on racks, usually without, and if they’re lucky, their boss will let them expense a cab.

For whatever reason, this has cultivated a reputation of market editors as being generally cruel people whose wit is cutting and whose love is hard-won; said reputation casts their purview of the magazine office culture as them (the cat’s pajamas), the people they answer to (people who pay) and everyone else (litter box detritus).

Whether or not that reputation is merited is up for debate, though not here: We’ve generally found it to be hysterically, wonderfully true.

Mr. Carl is no exception. Without further ado (or context), some of his finer moments:

Favorite media Twitter? No. Maybe favorite Twitter. Ever. Or person. Go on, give this young fellow your follow. You won’t regret it. You really can’t pay for this kind of thing in J-School, or FIT, or wherever it is you go to school to learn how to be a Market Editor, which is apparently no substitute for this person’s desk.

We are humbled and in awe.

fkamer@observer.com | @weareyourfek