Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Hats off to Fashion

     Yesterday I went back to the Met to check out some of the complete MADNESS of NewYorkFahionWeek. It's so interesting/new to me. "Models" and "photographers" randomly meet and make connections in the square of the MET. It's as if words are not even necessary (more than likely bc of language barriers). If you are a "model," you are tall (taller than anyone else.. unless you're 16?) and rail thin. Super thin. You're also dressed like you gave $25 to your 9 year-old niece and said, "Go down to the Salvation Army and pick me out a complete outfit." And the "photographers" just know and question the "models" by raising the camera to question, "Can I shoot you?" So they literally have a photo shoot right there in the square in no particular designated area, and no care that there are about a hundred people just watching at the fountain. It's interesting and annoying; I love it and hate it.
        One thing that has me perplexed since entering the city nearly two weeks ago: what is this black Amish/Jewish/cowboyish hat that is making frequent appearances? Don't know what I'm talking about? I got you covered with photos!(shh!) Here are some of the "models" and "photographers" I saw wearing this enigmatic hat.

        This guy was just promoting something fun I think. His beard was purple so he got a plus in my book. 


"Photographer" but probably actually someone important. See that badge? To get into the Mercedes-Benz building behind him, you had to have a badge similar to that. I did not have said badge.


                                                     "Model" but probably nothing special. :)
 Any guesses? That's right! "Model."  He had an agent with him so..? Maybe something special.

                                                   "Photographer" wanting to be "model."
Notice that they are not all quite the same, HOWEVER they are following a pattern, black and fedora-like. I don't know if this is a high-fashion trend or religious statement. I've seen it here and there all over the city, but at this particular spot and time it seemed like if you wanted to scream "fashion!," you wore the black fedora-like hat and everyone just knew, 'ok that's someone REALLY serious about fashion.'
On a not-so-dissimilar  topic, I finished the bracelet I was buying supplies for in my last blog! It's black leather lace braided with hex nuts. Industrial, masculine..says, "I can pack a punch," or something..
TAH-DAH!!


 Tomorrow is the last day of fashion week, and I'll have to find something else to fill my days.  I still don't have a job, but every day I get more aggressive with finding one. I'm still hopeful.Optimism is easy in the Big Apple. Tomorrow I'll go by the museum(s) and beg for an interview; and if I'm not immediately escorted off the premises, I'll write about that. Actually either way I'll write about it. 

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