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