I had to run from the last shot to catch up with yet another really confident dresser, fluent in menswear. She makes it look so easy. Here's what made me (once again) look the total tool to get this shot: the take-no-prisoners whoop-ass boots with a narrow buckle over the forefoot, the soft and girly butter yellow skirt and loose hair. Big Red, the bag, makes the scene -- soft, worn in and effortless. How did she do that? When I try for nonchalance, passersby press a dollar in my hand with a pitying expression.
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I'm partial to people biking in a skirt because I'm usually one of them. Of course she took the precaution of wearing tights which was strictly a thermal consideration. When she passed me on her awesome white-is-right-tired bike I had about a nanosecond to take in and assess her look and decide if and how I could get this shot. Shame and looking like a foo' or a stalker are not even considerations for me anymore, which made it a lot easier to simply zoom after her on my wicked witch of the west bike hollering out, "Hey you biker up there." Well this is Minnesota -- instead of flipping me off, she stopped and chatted and was just so nice. Guess what is my favorite thing about her ensemble? Trick question, because it's a toss-up between the plaid hoodie vest with waistcoat hem that she got at a church rummage sale because she happened to be freezing that day, and the new Durango boots she got for a mere $100 in Wisconsin, where they presumably don't know you can get a lot more for those bad boys.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
|When you are taking part of a pair of pants from behind, it's time to go home. But here's the surreal part -- I insisted on documenting these pants because they were wonderfully 70s gold brocade. Where did the pink come from? I'm perplexed, and not in a good way. Is this the sort of thing that happens when you go out on a Tuesday night? No matter what color they appear, I like the textures of the coat she's holding and the pants. And now I'm going to close my eyes, and when I open them tomorrow I hope gold looks gold and not pink.|