Wednesday, February 24, 2010
No Standing Anytime NYC: Hipster Girl
Saw her standing outside the Magnet on 29th... I made a whimsical guess that her name was Natalie... she looks like a Natalie to me.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
No Standing Anytime NYC: Silver Anniversary
I watched this wonderful couple who so illustrated how long-term married couples look alike. The color of the clothing and hair, the height and body shapes, and even the manner in which they walked ( restricted upper body movement, scurrying legs ) were matched. You could look at these two and know that they were a set.
Looking at couples like this also make me fear staying married to my husband. I love him to pieces, but I neither wish to dress like him or for my body to look like his! I'm sure he'd agree.
Looking at couples like this also make me fear staying married to my husband. I love him to pieces, but I neither wish to dress like him or for my body to look like his! I'm sure he'd agree.
No Standing NYC - The Shadow Girl
Around 10-11 pm on Thursday and Friday nights, I'd see the Shadow Girls appear on 29th street. You may wonder, what in the world are "Shadow Girls?" (Or not)
Shadow Girls was what I would call the women that I saw standing in line for the Club Shadow on 28th street. Without fail on weekend nights, this club would have a line that queued with 50-75 people standing in it and then around 4 am you'd usually hear fighting and hood-yelling on the street. Some pure classless stuff... and it was awesome. (I videotaped one argument, but I can't find it...so upset about this)
Regardless, one thing I noticed: there were never skinny girls in line-- this was a club for curves. The women would stand in line, balancing on teeny tiny heels, (plus)-sizing each other up and it was so frickin incredible.
Shadow Girls was what I would call the women that I saw standing in line for the Club Shadow on 28th street. Without fail on weekend nights, this club would have a line that queued with 50-75 people standing in it and then around 4 am you'd usually hear fighting and hood-yelling on the street. Some pure classless stuff... and it was awesome. (I videotaped one argument, but I can't find it...so upset about this)
Regardless, one thing I noticed: there were never skinny girls in line-- this was a club for curves. The women would stand in line, balancing on teeny tiny heels, (plus)-sizing each other up and it was so frickin incredible.
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