We did a lot of walking around lower manhattan yesterday

We walked the whole way down to Fat Choy for brunch with Wanda and Derek. My favorite part was the jag through Washington Square Park. It's a scene of epic proportions in there. 

Wait, back up a sec. I should probably *not* call it a "scene" because then everybody would know that Washington Square Park is not my natural habitat. It would be better to use a word like "tableau." Or a "pastiche." I should also start throwing out words like ‘bouji AF’ and ‘thirsty’ in casual conversation. 

Touché, all you out there sitting crosslegged in the grass wearing your autumn-themed flirtypants and arguing about Chaucer and the metaphysical puppetry. I can speak your language. 

So much gorgeous
in Washington Square Park. 

My favorite of all those we passed in the park was the guy lounging on a bench tapping his phone in a way that made it clear he was eJournaling and not social-media-ing. He had on a gorgeous outfit which the park framed to perfection. It was almost like this was planned. 

I loved his gold-toned corduroy pants and his polished brown wingtips. The full-on anorak with fur trim was a look-book standout. 

My eyes went soft with sepia-toned nostalgia. In another life he was this guy from one of my favorite John Singer Sergeant chalk drawings:

John Singer Sergeant would have loved
the park yesterday. Lots of subject matter.

As we passed by him, the guy glanced up and to the right, staring pensively into the blue autumn sky. Obviously searching for the perfect adjective. I am sure I will buy his first book in the not too distant future. In fact, maybe the book will feature a park scene that will include Tom and I. 

Because we stood out.

We had on seasonally-appropriate long-sleeved shirts and jeans. So boring. In hindsight, we should have either gone with a brand new and definitely awesome winter jacket; or rocked a tiny tiny crop top, as favored by nearly everybody in that whole entire park who identified as female.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate individualism which is unconstrained by terrestrial concerns. My individualism just includes a weather-related comfort quotient these days is all I'm saying. I identify more with my friend Jeff who built a whole app that advises him what to wear based on the temperature and windspeed. He had to input his outfit choices for like an entire year, but now the recommendations are really quite optimized.