Quote from: pbkmaine on January 23, 2019, 05:12:41 AMI think many of us wear some kind of “uniform” to fit in with our preferred group. I used to work in NYC and loved to walk through the neighborhoods. The artists had bold hair, clothing, tats and piercings. Or all black. The fashionistas wore the latest designs. Or all black. The corporate types wore Brooks Brothers or Ann Taylor. The academics wore tweed or something ethnic and rather shapeless. Or all black. Black, of course, being the NYC default. Ha!! When I go down to the city I always felt I stuck out like a sore thumb because I had a turquoise coat, like the bridge and tunnel rube that I am. I eventually toned it down to a white coat, but I still stand out a bit.
I think many of us wear some kind of “uniform” to fit in with our preferred group. I used to work in NYC and loved to walk through the neighborhoods. The artists had bold hair, clothing, tats and piercings. Or all black. The fashionistas wore the latest designs. Or all black. The corporate types wore Brooks Brothers or Ann Taylor. The academics wore tweed or something ethnic and rather shapeless. Or all black. Black, of course, being the NYC default.
It seems like this fad has totally gone away now at least around me.
Quote from: Poundwise on January 23, 2019, 08:28:08 AMQuote from: pbkmaine on January 23, 2019, 05:12:41 AMI think many of us wear some kind of “uniform” to fit in with our preferred group. I used to work in NYC and loved to walk through the neighborhoods. The artists had bold hair, clothing, tats and piercings. Or all black. The fashionistas wore the latest designs. Or all black. The corporate types wore Brooks Brothers or Ann Taylor. The academics wore tweed or something ethnic and rather shapeless. Or all black. Black, of course, being the NYC default. Ha!! When I go down to the city I always felt I stuck out like a sore thumb because I had a turquoise coat, like the bridge and tunnel rube that I am. I eventually toned it down to a white coat, but I still stand out a bit.I read a hilarious essay (maybe in The New Yorker?) years ago about a NYC writer who went back to her small midwestern hometown to take care of her mother. Absolutely everything the writer owned was black. When she went out and about, people assumed her mother had died.
The academics wore tweed or something ethnic and rather shapeless. Or all black.
Quote from: pbkmaine on January 23, 2019, 05:12:41 AMThe academics wore tweed or something ethnic and rather shapeless. Or all black. I've just been thinking I have a distinct lack of tweed in my wardrobe.
Quote from: maizeman on January 23, 2019, 12:34:06 PMQuote from: pbkmaine on January 23, 2019, 05:12:41 AMThe academics wore tweed or something ethnic and rather shapeless. Or all black. I've just been thinking I have a distinct lack of tweed in my wardrobe.ha ha I used to be like that! I remember one time some of us graduate students went to a college to talk about our field. At one point a college student raised his hand and asked something to the extent "Why are you all dressed like that?" and I realized yeah we were all wearing our drab and dull colored tweed outfits.
I have rarely seen this in person, but I don't care for it. I've never seen a guy do it. It's just another one of those odd things that I don't get. Fortunately, we don't have too many freaky people around here.
Quote from: pbkmaine on January 23, 2019, 08:34:21 AMQuote from: Poundwise on January 23, 2019, 08:28:08 AMQuote from: pbkmaine on January 23, 2019, 05:12:41 AMI think many of us wear some kind of “uniform” to fit in with our preferred group. I used to work in NYC and loved to walk through the neighborhoods. The artists had bold hair, clothing, tats and piercings. Or all black. The fashionistas wore the latest designs. Or all black. The corporate types wore Brooks Brothers or Ann Taylor. The academics wore tweed or something ethnic and rather shapeless. Or all black. Black, of course, being the NYC default. Ha!! When I go down to the city I always felt I stuck out like a sore thumb because I had a turquoise coat, like the bridge and tunnel rube that I am. I eventually toned it down to a white coat, but I still stand out a bit.I read a hilarious essay (maybe in The New Yorker?) years ago about a NYC writer who went back to her small midwestern hometown to take care of her mother. Absolutely everything the writer owned was black. When she went out and about, people assumed her mother had died.I teased a couple friends who moved to NYC because after moving there, they all had black leather coats. Around the same time I had a professor who after traveling returned wearing a black leather coat. I complimented it and she said "thanks, I bought it in New York". This was 10, 15 years ago so I don't know if it's still like that.
Maybe I am just getting old
