The best place in the country to people watch is in New York City. There is something magical about walking down the streets and seeing a native New Yorker amid the sea of tourists. She (or he) stands out in the most beautiful way. These are two of the most common “unique stereotype” styles I saw. It is these two styles that one can really make a story out of simply what they are wearing.
There is the thin cutting-edge urban chic girl that stomps down the cement sidewalk, looking dead ahead with her big black funky shades and her sleek hair blowing back. She is wearing mostly black or other neutral muted colors. She has that effortless cool thin and flimsy flowing shirt haphazardly tucked into her perfect pair of tailored trousers. Blow the hem of her trousers are the quintessential nude peep-toe stilettos that she has no struggle walking in as she works her way through the maze of tourists, not missing a beat. She has a light but super structured sleek blazer on and peeking out from its sleeves are a mixture of colorful and sparkly bracelets and a classic Rolex watch plied high on her arm. Her large handbag is hanging gingerly from her arm and is a perfectly structured desert orange or honey mustard yellow leather and displays no brand name on the outside, just impeccably finished curved seams that adds a subtle softness to the look. She is trendy without trying. She has places to go; she is on a never-ending mission.
Then there is the late teens, early twenties hipster. She lives in the less visited SoHo and Tribeca areas. She has on a flowing cotton cropped off the shoulder band tee that shows her perfectly flat and tan stomach and a pair of high-waisted light wash jeans that have little pleats at the top, creating a fuller look. She has a neon coral turban-esc headband on. Her hair is full and thick, down to her shoulder blades and the only make up she wears is red-hot lipstick. She has a three-finger ring in a rusty gold color and three thick and chucky bracelets on one arm. Her small vintage clutch is squeezed tight between her upper arm and ribcage and she clutches a nondescript white reusable coffee cup. Her thoughts are racing as she walks gracefully in a pair of flat tan gladiator shoes and stares into space thinking of the many errands she has yet to do today.
With a look and attitude all their own among the “scenes” they fit into, these two styles are bold, beautiful and confident. Walking without a care but with purpose. They walk like no one is watching even though everyone’s heads are turning as they go by on a runway paved with gray cement.
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