It’s been oddly warm in New York this week but as I’ve mentioned before, inappropriate weather is no hindrance to true style devotees. It’s not cold enough for fur as insulation, but still plenty chilly for fur as statement piece. I went to Chelsea Market on Wednesday (and left with five different kinds of cheese thanks to the one-two punch of Lucy’s Whey and Buon Italia), noticed Rag & Bone advertising a sample sale, and figured I’d head outside to the entrance they specified just to check it out. Cheap fancy clothes are the best kind of fancy clothes, after all. (more…)
I’m not trying to capitalize on the spirit of Independence Day. This is an actual human I saw on the subway (probably the F, probably in Brooklyn) a few weeks ago, way before Fourth of July festivities kicked off. There’s something to be said for the unapologetic garishness of wearing the American flag as your shirt, so here’s to you, Patriotic Subway Guy. Take advantage of the fact that the Fashion Police are not a real law enforcement agency. Enjoy your freedom.
What are the chances he’s actually playing Angry Birds? Spotted on 34th and 8th Avenue
My newest multimillion dollar idea is the invention of a game called Angry Beards. To collect points, you wander around the city of your choice (in beta testing, we’re using New York) and snap photos of angry men with beards. If your Angry Beard doesn’t start chasing you, then you win. If you lose… well, you’re on your own. Revenue details remain hazy, but I’m still in the brainstorming process. Creative minds are at work, okay?
Looking at trends in how people posed for portraits through the ages can reveal a lot about how society has shifted over the years. Today it’s the duckface, in the sixties it was flashing a peace sign, and in the nineteenth century it was… shoving your hand through the gap between the buttons of your waistcoat. (more…)
Contrary to what the Starks up at Winterfell would have you believe, summer is coming. For those of us who feel exposed and uncomfortable without a scarf and blazer on, this is a tragic time of year involving a lot of forlorn sweating, sunburn, and gin-and-tonics with a very high ice-to-tonic ratio. On the plus side, not everyone is a total curmudgeon about putting away their collection of wool sweaters until September, which means there are cute people everywhere enjoying their breezy summer duds in the great outdoors. People-watching is better in warm weather, for obvious reasons, so one of my favorite low-intensity things to do is put together a good summer playlist (usually a lot of the White Stripes, Violent Femmes, and Van Morrison) and go for a walk. (more…)
Last Sunday afternoon was bright, crisp, and gorgeous—ideal weather to set out on a quest for Belgian waffles. I’d heard tales of the Wafels & Dinges truck(s) providing delicious Euro goodness topped with a mound of whatever waffley condiment pleases you, but had never actually seen one in the flesh. (Or in the truck? In the metal-and-painted-wood? Language is weird.) My pal Katie and I took a leisurely stroll through Central Park South and spotted our quarry outside the eastern gate. The line was sizeable, proving once again that New Yorkers have top taste in street food, and we settled in to observe our fellow waffle devotees. Lots of tourists stopping for a break before heading to their next museum, but there were some interesting-looking humans in the mix.