New York is so meta. Everything in New York is something that someone is taking a picture of while someone else is filming the photographer for the making-of movie of the shoot while people passersby take instant snaps for Instagram so they can testify on Twitter. Then someone else will include that picture in their Favorite Things of the Week on a blog, giving more than 100 people the opportunity to write that they wished they had been there too!
It’s like a party, an endless stream of experiences and events that are processed, recorded, photographed, analyzed and illustrated right there on the sidewalk. And, you can even buy the drawing for 15 dollars, keep the memory intact. But you don’t want to be at a party all the time. You’d be exhausted. Still, you want to be there. You stay until you can’t stand and then you leave, filled to the brim with memories, sensations, desires, temptations and that burning longing…you will come back! Soon!
That’s how I feel about NYC.
Everyone is wearing those stockings that go all the way up to the knee and leave a discreet amount of flesh peeking out under a short skirt. With open-toed sandals! My blood clots in my veins at the sight of bare legs shivering in 45 degrees F weather. I had forgotten that it was Fashion Week when we arrived on Friday until I saw all these women in heavy make-up and super high heels looking terribly
I’ve read that people just suffer for fashion. I cannot imagine that because I was wearing chunky Camper heels – maybe 1.5 inches tall – and I was bitching and moaning by the end of the day. Many people looked like they had walked off a fashion blog. This may signal 1) that I have been reading too many style blogs online or 2) that NY is a pool of stylish look-alikes. I could literally pin them onto the right blog.
These two were my favorite stylish duo about town. They were sitting curbside on Canal Street, one of the main arteries that feed Chinatown. I believe the restaurant was Les Enfants Terribles but these two looked innocent and industrious. They were an understated affair in the middle of that bustling quarter, quietly sipping coffee, reading and taking notes and…Someone was filming them! Were those notes dialogues? Are they…actors, bloggers? Another meta-moment in New York. (Camera-girl appears in glass window under NY Yankees cap)