I'm beginning to wonder how long a woman has to live in New York City to obtain what I think of as the New York patina. There's sort of a 'finish' for want of a better word which makes the women who live here easy to pick out. If you're on the upper West or East sides (the areas on each side of Central Park), yes, there's an element of money which is quite obvious. The purses, shoes and scarves are dead give-aways. There are no Payless BOGO's there. However, it's not being able to drop four figures on your accessories which define a New York 'look'. It's a pulled together sort of fashion statement which extends to your coat, your scarf, your shoes, your haircut, your jewelry and your hat.
And, yes, it's true: New York women wear basic black for every season. They wear all black in the winter/fall, and they wear black bottoms with lighter colored tops in the spring/summer. The New York black thing makes the tourists stand out like dandelions on the lawn. In other parts of the country, it's all about 'color'. You wear white, beige, and pastels in the spring and summer. You wear black, brown, forest green, maroon, and burnt orange in the fall and winter. Not in New York. It's all black, all the time. If you want to blend (somewhat) with the natives, only bring black clothes when you visit. Sometimes I amuse myself by checking out the 'ladies in black' when I'm walking somewhere.
We are staying (and cat sitting the family cat)
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I've also learned that New York is NOT Seattle. People are miserable in the rain here. They walk around hunched over, and little doggies don't get walks - instead, it's the ever popular 'poop pad'. Umbrellas are everywhere, and you can actually see business depressed by the rain. Restaurants which are usually packed are almost vacant. When it rains, people add a 'take home' dinner box to the bags and backpacks beneath their umbrellas. Apparently, children in strollers still get walked by the nannies even in the rain. The nannies look miserable and wet, but the kiddos are strapped into their strollers then encased in see through plastic. They seem quite happy to be out and about in the rain as was I. It doesn't take long living in the desert before you appreciate every raindrop.
One of the outcomes of all walking, all the time is the striking absence of fat people. There are 'big boned' people who wouldn't be thin if they ate absolutely nothing, but there just aren't a lot of obviously overweight folks. I'm convinced another reason for the lesser number of hefties is the New York craze for 'small plates'. Think salad plate instead of dinner plate. This small plate thing is happening because little plates cost less, and partially because it's just the culinary fashion at the moment. The only place there are no 'small plates' are in the delis. No one at any delicatessen is serving smaller sandwiches. Thank heaven....they are so delicious.
After the sidewalks, the best people watching in New York can be found by riding the subways, but that's a whole other blog. Got to take off. It's time to walk to the subway, and then walk to the MOMA.
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Fun. I enjoyed your blog!
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