Happy midweek lovelies. Today I am wearing an outfit composed of the starkly opposed colors of black and white. My ensemble features black, deep as jet, and white, the shade of new snow. The stark canvas is livened only by these contrasts and the textures of the knitted pieces.
In the photo above I look and feel like I am behind a chrome glazed window. This is about my mood, but mores specifically, what is going on in my neighborhood. The contrast between the mega rich and poor has never been this wide or flagrant.
There is something funky going on in my zip-code. It defies decency, but it is as organic as greed, and in some cases, the real need for space. A few short blocks from me a condo apartment, designed by Soo K. Chan, has prices listed for their new homes at 2.9 to 30. Million, that is. For a quarter of a million dollars residents can buy a parking spot. Lucky cars. ( info from the New York times, via Rose associates.) Further East on Park avenue, a penthouse is being built to sell at 130,000,000. USD. (That info is from my tenant's Corp. newsletter.) This is not in my zip code but is a very short walk.
And yet, around the corner is a man , sometimes joined by another person, huddled in spongy looking outerwear, sleeping on the sidewalk grate for warmth. This is his "home", at least at night, and sometimes during the day. I pass him, sometimes them, regularly. It saddens me and it haunts me, occasionally at night, but does not slow my pace. I walk briskly by, to get away and to let him "be".
I have a photo. I am unsure if I can publish it. He is unidentifiable. Yet, this is his home. A person should not being photographed in his home without consent. I would not dare disturb him. I know not to do that. I do not know the law here, but I think he is as entitled to his space as I am to mine. I can not begin to know the circumstances of why he is here. I can only feel compassion, and disbelief.
I can publish it later if I am clear on whether it is more of a service or a disservice. In the mean time, it will suffice to lay out some of the facts and numbers, as the numbers tell the story best, even as they change by the minute. The prices of 57th street are rising as I type this.
Now I will return to my regularly scheduled post on style. Pardon the harsh intrusion of reality. Although I must say the next bits of this post seem rather pointless, trivial for certain, in the context of what I have just shared. This next shot, a sour face, harsh shadows, deforming my expression. How apropos .
Following are more shots that look like me. Wearing black and white outfits is a simple thing to style. Colors come from the red lip, the color of sun and cloud as they duke it out for dominance, the subtle colors of shadow, and the flush of shame when walk I past the man near my street. Still I can recover my mood, I am lucky; I can keep things in perspective and I can give charitably.
In the shot above I like the sharp angle of the tuxedo pant, as it abuts the sidewalk. Stark, angular, to the point, and black as night. The next photo shows the textures of the sweater: the openwork on the sleeve, and the lattice type crochet on the neckline. I added a rosy pink, to bring attention to these details. And because I craved some softness to the background.
The next shot returns the color to the picture; varied hues compliment the back and white outfit.
This shot bring me indoors where you can see the outfit details. I do not feel like sharing these details ( where I bought it and for how much and where you can buy it too) today, I hope you understand. I am pretty sure that you can find your own back and white outfits without my help! I know I have seen, and admired, your black and white outfits in posts that I have enjoyed.
This last shot looks more or less like a typical Elle photo. The mid-day sun is harsh, but is kinder in this moment of time. I am happy in this shot, and it shows. I love my city, with all of tis flaws, I love my home. I am grateful .
Do you enjoy wearing your black and white outfits? Do you think in black and white, or do you see the nuances of the many shades ( dare I say 50) of grey. Is your city riddled with the conflicts of the rising gap between rich and poor ? Share your thoughts in the comments section; I would love to know the experience of each and every one of you!