Commenter rubyhanoi sent me this trailer for Bill Cunningham New York, bound to be this season's The September Issue:
Who the hell DOES want a kitchen and a bathroom anyway?! (Visitors to the Lacquer Cave will know what I'm getting at. Okay, okay, so what if I turned off my gas stove because it burned the oil paint fumes and never turned it back on? The bathroom is another Greek tragedy.)
Anyway, The New Yorker called our beloved street style photographer a "fashion oblate," or "layperson who has dedicated his life to the tribe without becoming a part of it." That's sort of how I feel about R&B music of the early to mid-90s. I agree that fashion isn't dead, but what street lewks are we tiring of lately? I'll start:
- Urban Paul Bunyans in beards, Barbour coats, dark denim and Red Wing boots.
- Downtown girls with crispy curls. If you're wearing cutoffs and shredded tights your hair shouldn't look like Kim Zolciak's.
- Male jeggings. I'm not even sure if that's the right term, but what's going on with elastic bands on the boys' jeans/pants? These remind me of these.
What am I leaving out?