18 July 2013

City Face

He observed me as we both were taken above ground by the escalator. Our common trajectory glided us through the building corridor. Dark sunglasses masked his eyes and he wore an oversized white tee shirt. Usually I press along the city streets with songs like Florence and the Machine's Howl to pick up my steps. Lack of music amplifies comments from uncivilized city people and in this instance I heard him inquire after my uninviting facial expresion.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "That's just my city face." I explained that I was still evaluating the success rate of the stowed away smile against unwanted recognition by strangers.

He was amazed by my wit and asked where I was from. I accosted his expectations and took my rightful stand as a city girl.

"What is your name," he asked, struggling to sound intellectual by omitting grammatical contractions. 

At that moment my lapse of judgment ceased and I realized we had been in each others presence for one minute too long.

"I don't think that's very important," I shot. Sharply I turned on my heels. My black dress swerved with me as I crossed the street, my nose held high.


09 July 2013

City Summer Black

The New York Girl does not labor over her look but chooses her outfit with purpose. Since a New York minute is shorter than a minute elsewhere, the NYC Girl must be extraordinarily efficient with her 24 hours. There is no time for reneging on first, second and third ensembles while the day is waiting to be seized.
No matter where she ventures in Manhattan, no one will question her decision to wear black, even in 90 degrees Fahrenheit. The little black dress is a summer staple in The City and perfect for play in the 10021, 10022, and the 10128. 
Minimal makeup and nail polish are her only necessary accessories. Footwear options are unlimited, like the number of sustenance-selling establishments for which she stays ready.
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