We’ve all heard of fashion victims, but how about fashion gimps?
Working in midtown now, I raptly watch a fashion show of professional attire during commutes and my lunch break. Professional clothing can be somewhat unique, but the shoes are the best part. I’m just as guilty as the next person of shoe envy, but there’s a limit: I absolutely refuse to commute in heels. I won’t risk blood and bunions to walk the Grand Central Terminal catwalk. I am not a fashion gimp, but the women below are:
Case #1:
A woman is walking down Lexington Avenue in a beige business suit, oversized designer sunglasses, impeccable heels, and a matching handbag. At first, I think that she’s just wearing a pouffy scarf. Upon closer inspection, I realize she has wrapped her broken arm into a silken accessory. The cast is almost completely concealed. I can’t decide if I should admire her unique one-handed handiwork or conclude that she has way too much time on her one good hand. Where is the New York Magazine Look Book team when you need ‘em?
Case #2:
I’m not sure what this says about New York’s foot traveling citizens or the kind of things I notice, but lately, I see a lot of people sporting bulgy legs. Veins that look like someone stuffed their knitting into their pants, which happened to be from American Apparel. Anyhow, I saw a woman in a skirtsuit with normal legs, but completely knotty feet. She looked like she’d dropped a case of croquet balls on her bare feet and then tried to distract herself from the pain by beating them with mallets. I winced to see her mince. But her shoes - supple leather, three-inch heels - were gorgeous.
phew. what some people do for fashion.