New York Breeze
By Amanda Landaverde
The crisp New York breeze blows against her face as she meanders down the city sidewalks. Red-orange ombré strands of hair wave in the wind as her updo struggles to contain her fiery hair. Clusters of stars spinning about in space seem to just appear on her navy blue shirt, while her galactic tee completes the ensemble, drawing your attention in from the start. The people of New York walking past her stop their busy lives to catch a glimpse of the galaxy they live in on her shirt before inspecting the rest of the items she’s paired it with.
“Yeah she’s fashionable, but how is she not freezing?” says one of them as her white-collared shirt peeps out from beneath her tee, letting the bewildered New Yorkers know, “Hey, I know it’s cold. Look, I’m layering!”
Whether or not layering actually keeps her warm is a different story. A collar wouldn’t be complete with a tie or ornament of sorts, so she tops it off with a chain of silver crosses. If you thought she was a vampire only because of her red hair and red lips, you are wrong.
As she looks toward the sky, the sun tells her it’s almost noon, so she purses her deep red, almost-maroon lips in worry as she begins to move faster, drawing more attention to herself. Her ox blood crushed velvet leggings brush against each other as her quick steps carry her to an unknown destination. Her black creepers silently hit the sidewalk, but her array of bracelets make a pleasant jingle as they hit against each other, clanging in the wind.
Finally, you begin to notice the smaller accessories that complete her outfit as she walks closer and closer, almost passing you. She accidentally makes eye contact and timidly hides her face away in her chocolate-brown frames. You look down and see she has a ring on almost every finger on her left hand—a dulled silver thumb ring about a ¼-inch thick, a ½-inch worn-silver ring on her index, and another silver ring on her middle finger. She has a left hand full of silver knuckles, however, her right hand wields no jewelry. This asymmetry creates an unusual balance; if she had been wearing jewelry on her right hand, she would be wearing too much jewelry to handle.
She passes you and begins to walk into the distance, crossing the street. The probability of seeing her again is low, but you can always hope to catch a peak of another one of her outfits.
Overall, her outfit is a mixture of grunge and clean-cut details. Her creepers scream of edge, but her leggings and blouse beg to differ. The look is wonderful, even though she is wearing leggings as pants—a fashion faux pas associated with teenage girls. This gal is redeemed by the fact that her leggings are ox blood-hued velvet, and her shirt is long enough to be a tunic.
(Image via Lookbook.nu)