Autumn is officially upon us, however, the remnants of summer (my favorite season) remain a while longer. I love the warm weather, in part, for the abundance of attention-grabbing visuals peeking out from bodies unencumbered by clothes and shoes. Greenwich Village, NoHo, and Soho (where I’m happily employed) is always teeming with an interesting array of tattoos and toes.
Body art is plentiful and seemingly mainstream these days. Tatoos creatively express individuality and are best enjoyed without judgment, a task easier said than done. I still remember a drop-dead gorgeous woman conservatively dressed with a thick black zipper tattoo up each arm from wrist to elbow. Beauty is obviously in the eye of the beholder.
There were fewer sandals on Broadway this week – gradually replaced by the latest closed-in footwear. I find looking down at people’s feet irresistible. It’s not that I have a foot fetish. I’m not turned on by feet in a turned-on sense. I’m simply fascinated by the extraordinary assortment of toes. I wonder if anyone else has noticed that some the most beautiful women have the most unexpected toes.
Although I resist the change of seasons with a less than happy attitude (winter is my least favorite season), I will continue to enjoy the art show on the streets of New York City before cold weather hides everything under wraps of cloth, fur, and leather.
Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. ~ Henry David Thoreau