about a guy who has literally lived in the first class cabin for the last year.

His trip reports betray a theme, in photo after photo entirely devoid of human companionship, empty lounges, first-class menus, embroidered satin pillows — inanimate totems of a 5-star existence. On our next flight, a 7-hour run from Jakarta International to Tokyo, Schlappig tries to get himself motivated about the champagne selection, holding forth on the best meal pairings with a $200 bottle of Krug.

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