My favorite instagram account right now is @fashiongrandpas, which as you might expect documents sightings of dapper elderly gentlemen. It’s refreshing to see older faces applauded for their style when most fashion blogs, not to mention the mainstream fashion world in general, cater to the young. Style isn’t something that stops after a certain age—it shifts and changes as subtly but surely as our personalities and interests do over time, and eventually we’ll all arrive at whatever personal aesthetics were waiting for us all along.
Stoopin’ and starin’
The art and science of sitting on a city stoop is a delicate one. If it’s your own stoop, you can lounge with proprietary pride, sitting at eye-level with passerby while you smoke or take a phone call or stare at your neighbors’ windows. If it isn’t your own stoop, however, you rest uneasily. There’s nothing technically wrong with parking yourself on someone else’s stoop for a few minutes, but it still feels like you’re intruding. When an actual resident opens the front door to come down the steps, do you smile? Apologize? Sheepishly explain that your feet hurt and you just needed to sit for a minute but it’s fine you can leave? Jump up and pretend you hadn’t just been taking up a bunch of space that didn’t belong to you? Ignore them and keep staring at your phone? (This one is the New York Way.) What is the Emily Post stance on stoop appropriation? Inquiring minds and tired butts want to know.
Twice a year, Fashion Week descends upon New York like a swarm of well-dressed bees. There are clothes! There are models! There are famous people! There is media attention! Here’s my brief brush with fame for the week: on my way to sketch night on Tuesday I was annoyed to find my path blocked by a herd of excited people staring at the door of the Belstaff store on Madison Ave. Uggghhh, I thought, get out of the waaaay. A small army of photographers were laying in wait with cameras at the ready, each of them dressed in black. Which celebrity was about to grace us with their anointed and highly-paid presence? And out sauntered a grinning David Beckham in a leather jacket, followed by a trail of lesser-known models, also in leather. It was a really nice jacket.
My fashion world has been very exciting lately! Monday night, as you may know, was host to the Dîner en Blanc in Battery Park. This was my second year attending and it did not disappoint, but I’m planning to cover that in a future Art of Style post. Today I’m going to talk about what I saw the day before the Dîner en Blanc at this year’s Afropunk Festival.
Dandy in the underworld
I’m sure brunch is a respected weekend meal in other cities…but in New York, it’s a holy sacrament. Under normal circumstances, it would be absurd to wait over an hour for fancy eggs and a Bloody Mary. But somehow, this is an acceptable practice on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Most places aren’t so busy until around 1:00, so if you can manage to haul yourself out of bed before noon you won’t be in brunch limbo for very long. (more…)
Midtown during lunchtime: an irritated mix of office workers looking for a sandwich and luggage-toting tourists looking for… whatever it is they look for in Midtown. Why are you taking a picture of that McDonalds? Oh, I guess the Empire State Building is in the background. Whatever.