The sidewalk’s cement feels cold and hard underfoot. Pedestrians pass at a brisk pace, their thoughts distracted, their eyes looking ever upward to clouds cut by the corners of the tops of skyscrapers, forming like exhaled breath. They are thinking of getting home – to a significant other, to a solitary dinner in front of the television, to a future that has not yet arrived. They are dressed in skirts with black leggings and heels, skinny jeans and hi-top sneakers, long coats over thin bodies, sunglasses over wide faces, wool scarves and leather gloves, sleek suits, floral dresses, all manner and occupation. I am walking west, into the sun fading, leaving copper glint on streetcar tracks, and I am one of them.
Images courtesy of the Fashion Spot forums.
