The peacocks of the circus

We were once described as “black crows” — us fashion folk gathered outside an abandoned, crumbling downtown building in a uniform of Comme des Garçons or Yohji Yamamoto. “Whose funeral is it?” passers-by would whisper with a mix of hushed caring and ghoulish inquiry, as we lined up for the hip, underground presentations back in the 1990s.

- Suzy Menkes for  TMagazine 

on the streets of new york : details

on the streets of new york: fur hats, caps and bonnets

on the streets of new york

It's the start of lent today, and one of my things to do for the next 40 odd days is to blog everyday. They say it only takes 3 weeks to form a habit, so lets hope in this case it is true. It's not that I don't like blogging, it's just that I always put it off and before you know it, months have gone by and your blog is covered in dust and cobwebs.

New York Fashion Week is almost done, so I thought it best to start here, and catch up on the best show there is, street style.