Culture on the Cheap
Greenpoint Fashion Watch: Urban Jungle
My neighborhood is known for a number of things. Being the vanguard of fashion is not one of them. This is a shame as I have noticed that although a number of things in my neighborhood have changed, there “look” here has not. As crazy as it may sound the tools of the fashion trade for the ladies in the Garden Spot are not too different than what is to be found in Texas. Black leather mini skirts, stiletto heels, UV ray kissed skin, blue eyeshadow, prominently displayed (and often augmented) breasts and hair (preferably blond, but any day-glo shade of red will suffice in a pinch) coaxed into forms that would make Gaudi proud
are to my fair burgh what the little black dress and a pair of Manolos are to our friends across the East River.
It should be noted that although there is a general disdain amongst Greenpoint gals for the laws of nature there is one thing they all revere: they loves them some leopard print.
You name it: if it once prowled the plains of the Serengeti I can assure you it graces the physique of many a lady here in Greenpoint. Enough so that on any given day the not-so-mean streets of my neighborhood look like an outtake from Mutual of Omaha’s Animal Kingdom. To prove my point I recently grabbed my camera and put on my Marlon Perkins thinking cap to capture some of these exotic birds of prey. Follows is slide show of what I found— along with a few oldies but goodies. Enjoy!
This one’s for you ladies of Greenpoint. I for one think you’re beautiful! NOw if you don;t mind I’m off to purchase a gallon of Clairoxide.