Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Distant Lines

Being one of the largest cities in the world, there seems to be a very common lack of regard for social norms, in all senses of the term-- stealing cabs from innocent hailers, beginning to dine after most plebeians have called it a night, claiming the corner of 33rd and 7th a perfectly acceptable urinal.

This ignorance of these norms (conscious or not), in a positive sense, comes with fashion. The city hosts one of the most renown fashion weeks on the globe, has fashion models posted up everywhere from coffee shops in Willamsburg to billboards in Time Square, a store front for every apparel line imaginable and still, I can find more people that turn a blind eye to these petty influences than I've found in any other city. 

To illustrate my point, the following looks were captured within a less-than-24-hour time span. My findings: 

This princess escaping from her palace to gallivant around Midtown:

These lace socks belonging to a female above the age of 5, hanging out on the E train with a pair of velcro- black- high tops:

A man dressed in a trench coat and matching silky pajamas who had no care about standing next to large, uninviting van on the streets of Greenpoint:

To those who may believe these looks are "crossing the line", my response is:

Your line is too close. Move it farther. You'll have more fun.

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