New York Shitty Video Du Jour: St. Mark’s Place Fashion Watch
Filed under: East Village, East Village Manhattan, Manhattan, New York City
As many of you have noticed the weather has been quite nasty the last few days. So much so that yours truly has been staying indoors. I can handle rain or even snow. But traipsing around in nature’s post-nasal drip leaves much to be desired. Unless, as I learned this weekend, it is done with style.
Saturday night I had to attend a birthday party for a good friend in Manhattan. Given this person is one of my best friends (hell, she was the “best woman” at our wedding) attendance was mandatory. So I bundled up: out came the thermal underwear, heavy coat I had put away only a week ago and so forth. I hardly cut a dashing figure— but that wasn’t the objective. I was more concerned with keeping dry. Unfortunately I neglected to bring an umbrella so all my preparations were rendered moot. If I had to describe the result it would run along the lines of American Playground homeless. It was on St. Mark’s Place that I learned the error of my ways. I should have put on my slinkiest dress, fishnets and stratospheric pumps.
You gotta love New Yorkers. Nothing— not even such a triviality as a flash flood— gets in the way of us promenading and having a good time on a Saturday night. It is yours truly’s sincerest hope this Minnie Pearl look catches on with our fair city’s youth. Umbrellas are for wimps. On that note, dear readers, I am off for a little walk. If tragedy strikes I will endeavor to steal something casual.
Miss Heather
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4 Comments on New York Shitty Video Du Jour: St. Mark’s Place Fashion Watch
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eaglestreeter on
Mon, 15th Mar 2010 10:57 am
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missheather on
Mon, 15th Mar 2010 11:25 am
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esquared on
Mon, 15th Mar 2010 4:23 pm
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missheather on
Mon, 15th Mar 2010 4:28 pm
I would venture a guess that they are only New Yorkers after coming over a bridge or through a tunnel.
It’s a distinct possibility.
so, where’d they end up going? you know, so that i can [cough] avoid that place
The SRO down there. Don’t recall the address. Ask anyone there. They’ll know where it is— so you can, ahem, avoid it!
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