Yesterday was a triumph of layering.I didn’t quite get it right during the day, but when I left the house for round two, which included a brief stop at Dannijo (see results above), a walk by of Sachin & Babi and Dezso (too dark to shoot) before hitting two gallery openings in Chelsea, I had on the following:
1) One long-sleeved T-shirt;
2) One layer of wool, a garment that I’m going to refer to as an under-poncho, by which I mean an asymmetrical poncho shaped sweater, with a turtleneck;
3) One short parka (or do we call them puffers now?) with hood;
4) One leather fur-lined jacket belonging to my mother;
5) One black cape.
I also had on ski socks borrowed from my brother, as well as gloves, a hat, and a cape. In spite of all of these layers, I did not look like a wooly mammoth, which just goes to show that it’s always worth investing in clothes that are cut well and fit properly.
I spent the morning at Lincoln Center, snapping the styley as they wandered in and out of Richard Chai and Timo Weiland. One of the highlights of the day was approaching Eddie Newton, a.k.a. Mr. Newton, one of my favorite photographers/streetstyle bloggers. As it turns out, Mr. Newton not only has a wonderful eye, he is a terrific conversationalist. So that rocked.
While I can’t say I’m a huge fan of standing around in the cold–although I’ll admit that it makes me feel tough and rather serious, like I’ll do anything to get what I need, professionally and creatively–I do enjoy seeing how people deal with looking styley in the wintertime. I’m here to tell you that it’s possible. Exhibit A:
On another warm and fuzzy photographers having nice moments with photographers note, as I was leaving I ran into Guerre of the blog Guerreisms. We said hello and chatted briefly. If nothing else, the advantages of doing this–what would you call it? Streetstyle coverage–for the second time include increased confidence (also known as a sharp decline in caring what people think) and familiarity. People vaguely remember your face, so they say hello. I’ll take it. These photographers are a tough crowd. Guerre stands out in particular, not for toughness, necessarily, but for style. When I saw him for the first time, in September, I immediately thought that all English-language dictionaries should include an image of him next to the word “dapper.” His style is sick. In the good way, of course. We could all stand to take a page from his book.