Snapshots

... in NYC ...

1. From the window of a weekend rental in the Lower East Side: A sluggish parade of middle agers chanting "smoke more blunts" down St. Marks Place during lunchtime.

2. Peeking into a train car as I walked out of the subway: A man doubled over, his shoe submerged in a pool of chunky, blood orange puke.

3. In an art gallery in Greenwich Village: A svelte woman in head-to-toe black (long-sleeved silk dress, ruffly collar, tights, four-inch heels) with a matching black yorkie perched on her shoulder.

4. On Broadway in Williamsburg under the JMZ train: A police car slowly driving past three young women crossing the street. The passenger cop leers out from the window, jerks his head and grins in their direction.

5. From the showroom of Top Shop in Soho: The demise of 80s fashion. One-shoulder gold lame tunics, stretch pants with triangle cutouts and flower-embroidered acid wash short shorts.

Proof that there is nothing left to be milked from the 80s. Trendsetters, you may now move along.