Left: Fifth Avenue, midtown, 1964. (Photograph by Joel Meyerowitz.) Center: Skaters at the Roxy Roller Disco, 1980. (Photograph by Allan Tannenbaum.) Right: Easter Sunday, Harlem, 1949. (Photograph by Jerome Liebling.) Courtesy, New York Magazine
When I was in New York last Saturday visiting the Met, I was aware (as I always am) of the everyday street stylists who use the city sidewalks as their runways. It has been that way through the years – everyone stepping out their doors to see and be seen.
Amy Larocco’s New York Magazine feature, What We Wore, captures New York City’s fashion through the decades. Her sentiments spoke deeply to me – they are the reason for this blog: “Clothes are also memories. A dress can be every bit as evocative as scent, bound up in our nostalgia for the time we arrived in New York without a winter coat or when the velvet rope parted somewhere, leading the way to the Michael Todd Room at the Palladium, the opening of a Broadway show, the job of one’s life. Miniskirts are the madeleine for many women who came of age in the 1960s. And a North Face puffer jacket can bring 1996 right back to life. All it takes is the width of a tie or the brim of a hat and a whole world is conjured, our own and the city’s: its moods, its tastes, its attitudes and ideals.”
A few months ago, Kevyn at Prada, told me that, for the first time, more men than women are coming in to shop. He told me “they are looking for something new and are not afraid to try new things and experiment. It used to be the opposite …” ~ Kevyn
Ingrid Steffensen has been keeping an eye on the New York City streets and is seeing exactly what Kevyn is seeing. I am grateful to Ingrid for being my eyes and ears in the city. Here is Ingrid’s story about: The Men in Red Pants (and Green, and Orange, and Purple, and …)
“With our daughter studying abroad for a year, my husband and I are trying out a year of living in New York City. We have temporarily left our charming three-bedroom suburban house in New Jersey and we’re renting a tiny Manhattan apartment in the Flatiron District. Is this as fun as it sounds? I’m sorry to have to say – yes, yes it is. After sixteen years in New Jersey, I’m having the time of my life soaking up the city – so much to see, so much to do! One of the most fun things is keeping an eye out for what everybody is wearing. And do you know my conclusion? Right now it’s the boys who are more interesting to watch! Continue reading →