If you want to know what the fashion city of New York is really all about, ask a real New Yorker. Iris Apfel once said in an interview: “I’m not a pastel guy! Pastel colors make me nervous.” Apple would be called a fashionista if the term didn’t sound like 16-year-old bloggers with designer bags decorated with labels. Apple is 95 years old, born in Queens, and a style icon – obviously not the Twinset-bearing variety. A few years ago the Metropolitan Museum of Art dedicated its own exhibition to her and in 2014 “Iris” appeared, a documentary about the woman with the gray pixie cut and the oversized, colorful glasses.
Apple symbolizes that fashion style that is associated with New York and is in principle self-explanatory. If Berlin is the city of alternative coolness, Milan and Paris stand for the basic fashion virtues (glamor, elegance, exclusivity), New York is: in your face. At least at first Look.
Here the nice barista wears her long hair dyed acid green in her favorite café and a young man with red lipstick and black glitter nail polish is sitting in the subway. But what the astonished tourist might overlook: He is probably the only one who tries hard to watch without being caught staring. (Apart from other holidaymakers.) Because New York is actually primarily a city that is fashionable – not just for extremes.
A friend said at lunch the other day: In New York, he feels fashionable for the first time.
He often wears jeans and plaid flannel shirts, however the combination doesn’t scream “Williamsburg hipster!” but simply says: “Cincinnati, Ohio” When he wasn’t living in New York, he often had the feeling that he wasn’t dressing cool enough, the friend explained. It’s perfectly okay to be a nerd here.
Despite all the diversity, there is something that every New Yorker has in their closet, often multiple: sneakers. These are essential in a city where the subway is about as reliable as the weather in April. Who with the Sex-and-the-City– The cliché in their head comes to New York that women here generally stumble through the city in Manolo Blahnik sandals and wave to the taxi with a rhinestone clutch, is disappointed. If the New Yorker has to walk more than two blocks, she slips into the flat shoes that she always has to hand in her spacious handbag.
So is New York a city where everything can, but nothing has to be?