At first glance this would appear to be someone on her way to work on Flatbush Ave., Brooklyn. And it is. Ok, the tiniest bit anticlimactic but I always try to take one on-the-fly photo in NYC and the factors (there were factors) that urged me to put the piece of pizza back in my purse and exchange it for a camera were: bouncy curly hair, crossbody bag, nice proportion between the 3/4 length coat and flat shoes and particularly, the spectators. Which you must imagine based on the snazzy two-tone heel. See how her coat and tights look like the asphalt, utterly lacking in detail?
Th ey were in fact formless blobs of blackish grey. They most certainly did not when I saw them with my own watering-from-cold eyeballs. She was walking really fast and I was losing ground, thus was forced to zoom the living daylights out of the picture. Note to Santa: I have been very bad. Please bring me some proper stalking equipment, preferably one of those fancy new pizza-proof lenses.