What awaits at the end of of a two hour-long, cushy Jet Blue flight north; a 10-minute AirTrain ride west, a 55-minute subway ride uptown; and a climb up a particularly steep and stained flight of stairs? New York City! (In my best Pace Picante Sauce voice), and a bottle of Poland Spring water, of course. I just returned from the Big Apple last night, and in between shameless gawks at all the pretty buildings, I managed to survey the fashions of the hip and uninhibited.
See what they're wearing right now, or at least yesterday, in NYC — below the jump.
This article appears in Jul 29 – Aug 4, 2009.
