wearing his heart on his sleeve
I’ve written a lot about my love for all-black outfits that feature some kind of eye-popping accent. Shadowy clothes with a weird detail say, “I can’t be bothered to think about colors but you’d better not think I’m boring,” or “I’m dark, but not that depressing.” Sometimes the detail remains hidden until you’ve had the chance to look for it, but sometimes it’s the most noticeable thing in your field of vision. (more…)
About a week ago, I met a couple of friends for dinner at Westville in the East Village before going to see another friend perform in an improv show. (For out-of-towners: this isn’t some kind of confusing neighborhood ‘east-west-weast-eest’ code language, Westville is a delicious sorta-vegetarian restaurant and there are a few of them scattered around downtown Manhattan.) After shoving a lot of vegetables in our faces like a pack of crazed wildebeests, we left and wandered down Avenue A towards the theatre. (more…)
I bet the people with very dramatic outerwear in the colder months are the same people who stun you with interestingly-bared skin in the summer. Some people wear clothes because they like the garments themselves (and are required by law to more or less cover themselves up), but others seem to use clothing as mere framing devices for their bodies. It’s similar to the use of negative space in visual art. Sometimes the parts of the canvas you don’t paint on can be as interesting as the parts you do, and the absence of clothing—not necessarily in a provocative way—holds its own drama and tension. (more…)
New York is full of visual stimuli. The skyscrapers are majestic, the people are good-looking, and the lights are intoxicating. A tolerance to bright flashy things trying to distract you at all times is an important skill you’ll need to develop if you’re going to spend a significant amount of time here, especially in Manhattan. Sometimes it’s good to live the flâneur life and soak up all the lights and colors and words drifting past you, but sometimes you just want to run out and get a coffee without turning it into some kind of spectacle outing. (more…)
Oh, spring. A beautiful time of blooming flowers begetting snot-filled noses, and there is not an uncuffed trouser leg in all of New York City. Bare ankles are flying around all willy-nilly and it is a SCANDAL. (more…)
Gonna make some collages out of my student loan bills.
For the past few months, I’ve been taking a typography class at the School of Visual Arts. It’s a continuing education course, so the class itself is full of professional nerds like me who just want to learn about kerning and ligatures, but the surrounding environment is 100% Art School Weirdos.
Where else is it not only acceptable, but celebrated to wear five different patterns at once with blue hair and at least one facial piercing? Looking at all the student fashion felt a little bit like visiting the town you grew up in and seeing all the things you used to do and places you used to go, but with the eyes of a jaded, secretly-a-little-bit-nostalgic adult. (more…)