I need “washed-out” pictures like in the seventies to express my NY state of mind. Like old used jeans. My NY, my inseparable town. Where I’ve always come back. Here some faded pictures of my first NY mood. I could tell you about Meatpacking District, Pastis, Mercer and other considerate to be essential for the « fashion » planet. The effervescence of fashion shows. But I’m trendsetting for accessories and I have to hunt somewhere else, bargain-hunt in flea market too… And don’t know why, I feel like Bob the Sponge !
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