I went to SoHo for a rare mid-day appointment and when I stepped out of the subway I was immediately hit with a fashion-shoot-worthy bluster of wind blowing my coat open and lifting my scarf around like something out of Avedon (see above). I felt oh-so-fashionable in a vintage houndstooth in-the-style-of-Chanel, big gold baubles, bigger sunglasses, my favorite pumps, and- per my resolution- a big, bright, silk, scarf. Only when I arrived at my appointment did I realize that TWO buttons had popped off my coat (one into my purse, file under: bizarre, fortuitous). My coat was LITERALLY telling me it was time to start wearing less, taking more off… in the meantime (until it rises above 40) what am I to do!? More scarves.
Am enamored with this look from Glamourai and fully realize that I am essentially one whole year late on this. Trend-cycling or something. Right? Regardless, isn’t her little fox simply divine? And, as you know, I like nothing more than showing my bra.
So bizarre, New York City, land of ultimate plenty, where commerce comes to learn, where everything is something to buy and everywhere is somewhere to sell.
Why, commerce shangri la, is it sometimes UTTERLY IMPOSSIBLE to find some things?
Where can you get a lampshade? dye remover? a plastic container large enough to hold a huge batch of chicken stock? a tear in a rabbit fur coat mended? A seam ripper and heavy duty button thread?
The serious obvious answers are: the lighting district on the west side of the Bowery, Orchard street below Houston, the restaurant supply stores on the east side of the Bowery, 8th Avenue in the 30’s, and pretty much any place in the garment district, respectively.
But what if I just want a small, beautiful pack of paper needles? A single shade for the worlds tiniest lamp made of a coffee percolater? A pack of RIT? Basic Notions? A handshake and a bit of talk?