women working, the ballerina mime


It was a hot and humid day, when I walked past the ballerina mime in Central Park. I had seen other people doing this kind of mime work, but never the ballerina. I’ve speculated about the grueling aspects of this job versus what might be considered the “perks.” 

You don’t have to move, you get to be outside, you can meditate while posing, and the makeup and costume afford you some anonymity.

For some, however, all of these things would bring absolute misery. I’ve always found it fascinating that one person will shudder at the thought of being a cop, while another might honestly think it’s an interesting job. One individual’s heaven is the courtroom and still another’s the emergency room. 

If you run into the ballerina mime, “please show respect…”




Happy Thursday…

New Instagram to follow www.instagram.com/popmyeyes/

It’s edgy, sexual, macabre, artistic, some will say creepy.

If you don’t like things like that, don’t click on it. I like it because it’s creative, inspiring, and at times my eyes do pop. 

Picture of the week


I’ve written before about how rapidly retail is changing, this picture illustrates a new and interesting trend. Contemporary brands are moving into funky old buildings and saving their storefronts and signage, sometimes even special pieces of their decor. 

I had passed by this dry cleaners when it was still in business and then when it was empty, and I admired the old Jetsons like signage. I like the fact that the Aesop brand appreciates it too. They seem to respect the fact that this neighborhood has a particular history and flavor, and I love that. 

Fashion find follow-up


So, I talked about M.Gemi in my last post. I told you I wasn’t sure I trusted them due to the fact that they seem to “drop” new shoe styles very often. Well, I visited their Soho store, their only store, this week. Before seeing them, I had the feeling I would like the shoes. They’re made in Italy by some 15 small makers, and Italian shoes are some of the best, if not the best.

Once I tried the shoes on, I pretty much instantly became a fan.

They were remarkably comfortable! I tried a slide on, like the one in the picture. It was made of buttery soft suede and felt like heaven, really, heaven. The shoes are very well made, the styles are “classic” but not boring. The store’s ambience is great. They have espresso and proseco, what could be bad?

The word, store, is a misnomer.

You can’t walk out of M.Gemi with a pair of shoes. What you can do is try them on to your heart’s content. Then, when you’ve figured out what you want, with the staff’s assistance, you order the shoes knowing what you’re going to get.

This is another new trend in retail: visit, touch, try-on, order, leave. No immediate gratification, but satisfaction is more likely than the gamble that shopping online can be.

There are other advantages to this shopping model. I’ve found that the whole process is much more peaceful and pleasant. It’s actually slow; both the customers and staff seem to be much more relaxed.

Ultimately, the best thing about brands like M.Gemi and Everlane is, they can afford to pass the savings intrinsic to the model on to their customers. 

For us city dwellers, who do not drive, an added perk is not having to cart our purchases home. That makes the whole shopping experience less of a hassle, more civilized. 

If you’re visiting New York, I suggest you see M.Gemi. I don’t think this style of shopping is going away, you might want to get acquainted with it. 



T-shirts, can’t live with them, can’t live without them. This t-shirt is from Kindred Black, another brand I’m following. These people too, are curators. In one word, I find their stuff to be just yummy. They sell home-goods, jewelry, books, clothing, and more.

They’re slow and ethical and suggest you resist on their website.

Although this organic cotton t-shirt costs $90, most of their prices do not make my eyes pop. I love the color and sleeve length, and I swear I can feel the organic cotton just looking at it. Growing organic cotton calls for much less water than cotton grown conventionally and the end product is superior in every way.

Random quote

“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”


happening now

Instagram to follow: www.instagram.com/dentontaylor/

Lately I’ve been featuring a lot of Denton Taylor’s photographs, so I thought you might want to follow him yourself. Denton is a great “street style” photographer in the tradition of the late Bill Cunningham. He takes lots and lots of pictures at Fashion Week, and he’s friends with many of the Advanced Style ladies, so you’ll see them on Denton’s feed too. 


For those of you who saw the previous post with Anna Wintour, you’ll understand why I’ve chosen to post another picture of her. I’ll leave it at that, for now. 

Women working


These two, don’t you love them? Denton and I, he took the picture, both got to speculating about them, how can you not? Are they best friends? Did they enter the Marine Corps at the same time? One has more “fruit salad” than the other. Given their petite size, what was bootcamp like? Do they suffer a lot of discrimination? 

The pose is identical. I love their confident, steady gaze, no vacillating.

I find the cut of their uniforms both outrageously old-fashioned and utterly charming. Couldn’t they be from a movie from the 50’s, a movie about love and war in the Pacific? 

I’ve always thought that Marine Corps uniforms are an odd mix of colors. And the pants are dressy, but the khaki shirts are utilitarian looking. The seams of the blouses and the sleeve length are so demure. You know what though? I trust these two young women working, absolutely I do.

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at the heart of British style, repost

London calling


I’m very fond of London, and I have a few friends there, and this was written by one of them. And well… 



Stella McCarthy

This post was written by my friend, Esther, from Style & Conversation. Esther lives in London, so I asked her to help me out with a post, when I realized that my knowledge of British fashion was limited to two stereotypes: tweeds and fascinators. 

I’m standing outside a London underground station waiting to meet a friend, the sun is shining and finally coats have been replaced with lighter layers. My friend sends me a text, she is running late and so I head to a nearby café to wait, and to people watch.

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