As an antidote to the brocade and kitsch formality of yesterday, today I wore purple & black gingham jeans and ponytails (what is it with the ponytails lately?). The puncta of today’s look are the candy-colored chunky bracelets on my right arm. I’m not at all sure of the meaning of the strange hand gesture I’m making here.
The shoes are my second pair of FitFlops, the ones I think look “Italian.” Their comfort is almost beyond description. They make them for men, too. If you want happy feet, just buy these shoes, although they are admittedly not at the very height of fashion. No, no one paid me to mention them here.
I had to do a lot of walking today, because, like a good kid, I went to meet my mom who was transiting through JFK on her way back home from a hypnotherapists’ conference in Boston. We posed together:
My mother likes to talk to people, and we got to know rather well the bartender at the airport bar we sat at: he was Chilean, with a Jewish mother, and he had recovered from colon cancer, although he now has Crohn’s Disease. He said he no longer has a large intestine, and that he’s had to wear a bag for the past eleven years. He was in his early thirties, and looked absolutely glowing with health. I congratulate him on his pluck in the face of adversity.
Then I took the J train to the city to meet up with Gary and Stan and Tova and Leo. For some stupid reason I forgot to take a picture of them, but here are two interesting street fashion sightings for your entertainment: