Street Peeps

Well, well, well, will you looky here at this scene. I happened to walk upon this in Union Square the other day. In front of me there was a mom with her little kid, to which she loudly whispered "This is called STREET ART." I'm hoping some textile artist takes a hint from this and makes me a shirt with this screen printed on it because it's just fab-u-lous! When they talk about getting rid of all the street vendors in the park I hope it's only to make room for more people doing things like this.

Penny For Your Thoughts

Devi Kroell

Elie Tahari

Elie Tahari

Fashion week brought us enough copper to make Abe Lincoln jealous. Part wearable luxury, part of a movement back to mother earth (as far as the urge designers have had to use such a range of earth tones), this color may be as stunning as it gets. Like copper does with age, I'm turning green with envy over these clothes (tehehe). All pictures style.com.

Mad For Plaids

A Détacher

Jill Stuart

Chris Benz

Just when you think something is, like, so over designers come around and decide to do something. Again. So here it is, the plaid that I was thinking was so 2 years ago, the first harbinger that maybe grunge would come back, has returned. With a vengeance. Seems like everyone is mad for plaid. I especially loved Chris Benz's whimsical interpretation. All pictures style.com.

Caramel Delight

Cynthia Steffe

Zero-Maria Cornejo

Adam

Mother Earth has spoken. It seems she has been whispering to designers about her dryer parts...like the Sahara. Tan was a key color on many of the runways from Cynthia Steffe, to Derek Lam, reminding me of the vast African desert. The leather that designers used so many times in this color made it speak all the more of earth. This may have been a riff on last season's Celine show, but who cares. That was one show I couldn't get enough of, so designers doing their own interpretations makes it all the more relevant. All pictures style.com.

Dear: Rivington Street

Window display

Clothing dislay. Love the color and texture.

Example of some of the interesting antiques Dear carries

The other night while it was dark and wind was whipping debris around on the street I found myself on a desolate section in the Lower East Side of New York. Suddenly, like a beacon to a parched sailor I saw a light. Wedged between an abandoned building and an old school tailor was the store Dear. A light glowed softly from the white rooms inside and spilled out onto the sidewalks. The glow from inside illuminated whimsical mannequins who floated in space. With their black, white, and red poofs of tulle the displays were truly magical. Number decals danced along the windows, creating more interesting designs. Always afraid of math, I was beginning to think that Dear could give me the power to embrace numbers. No matter. Dear gets even cooler inside, where you can find clothing, accessories, and antiques. You should check it out for yourself: Dear, 95 Rivington St., Lower East Side, New York City. Comment what you think.