Friday, April 30, 2010

John....Lincoln & Gervais

Yes, I know: I should have been paying attention to traffic as I scurried across Gervais Street during Thursday's luncheon rush. But instead, I was hauling out my camera, determined to capture a photograph of this intriguing gentleman. Was he a Texas tycoon, in town perhaps to drill for hydrogen in the Innovista?

No, it turns out that John lives here in Columbia and works a block or so away. The hat is just for fun, he says, something he usually wears on Fridays: "It's like a toy." His female co-worker had tried to persuade him not to don it with his seersucker jacket. I, for one, am glad he did not heed her advice.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Maria....A Great Find

Maria's little black dress, sheer layers with just the right amount of sparkle, was all the more impressive once I learned this: she purchased the dress at Goodwill for $16. An Oleg Cassini design, it would have sold normally for about 30 times more than that. Do I know this owing to my encyclopedic knowledge? No--Maria told me the original tags were still on the dress when she bought it.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Ken....To Clarify

Since I published this entry a few months ago, the gentleman above has fretted. It seems there has been some confusion (though not on my part, for a change). Indeed, I do confirm: Ken is not the man pictured in the black running costume. He is, however, the man pictured in the suit above.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Beautiful Stranger....701 Whaley

Had I not been waiting in line to enter an event, I would have zipped over to introduce myself. Alas, I could only take this photograph from afar. The easy flowing top, slim dark jeans, bold but simple jewelry--no loud 'look at moi" attempt here--just the impression of effortless beauty. As Stephen Foster might have written: "Beautiful stranger, queen of my song. You make this queue seem not all that long." Or something like that.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Michael....Olympia

This young man is an artist, though not of the brooding, gloomy sort, at least by my experience. I found him utterly delightful. When I was showing my latest round of photos to my friend Millicent yesterday, she saw Michael's and exclaimed, "I own one of his paintings."

This one, featuring a woman with tennis balls for eyes.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Lee Ann....Glamorous Hair

Lee Ann was a model for Runaway Runway on Friday night and completely threw herself into the assignment. After the show, when she was no longer wearing a dress of tissue paper (and I blush as I type that), I asked her about the preparation she endured for hair, makeup and fittings. Five hours of fuss? Indeed. I realized she'd had a bit of a Sandra Bullock moment (no no, not that one, this one). "When they said false eyelashes, I said 'I can't do it,'" she told me. But, dear reader, she did. I must say, she always looks lovely: let's just call this a variation on the theme.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Jillian....Runaway Runway

Each year, I attend Runaway Runway with great anticipation--and I am always delighted by the wit and creativity I see. Apparently every year, I should learn to anticipate a twinge of disappointment as well, since my favourite designer has yet to win. This year, Jillian (pictured above) made a ball gown from discarded men's shirts. It was delightful--as was this....
...her entry from two years ago. That's when she constructed an amazing dress from the yellowed pages of old romance novels....
the bodice made from the covers of, what else, bodice rippers!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Women in Politics....701 Whaley

At a recent session in free association with my astrologist, she said, "American women in politics." My unscensored response? "Pantsuit." So I was delighted to see the accomplished Inez Tenenbaum wearing this dress at a recent event (the 2010 Leading Women Dinner, where she was one of the women being honored).

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Dick, Britt....River Wear

I was just leaving the excellent State Museum when I happened across a group of people leaving for a river expedition. I've always been intrigued by the gear of outdoor adventurers, which strikes me as part utilitarian, part sheer eccentricity.


Britt's shorts seemed more of the strolling than paddling variety, which I rather liked. He told me that he was wearing his "Guatemala hat" (not to be confused with the Panama).

Here's another shot of it, brim down. I left these gents and wandered down to the Canal Park, where I encountered them again. They made an amusing contrast to the young ladies on the bridge....


...who appeared to be gathering in their fancy party dresses for a photograph.

The ladies, I heard them say, were wearing their pram dresses. I do enjoy eccentric river wear, so please understand: I am not criticizing, only pondering. Are these not rather fancy togs for rowing about in a dinghy?

Friday, April 16, 2010

Iris....701 Whaley

What can I say? I was bowled over by beautiful Iris and this glorious dress. Iris, delightfully demure, seemed either amazed or bemused by this old codger's request for a photo. The charming woman obliged me, nevertheless. She told me her husband is from Nigeria and that this is traditional Nigerian attire for special events. Indeed, I am glad it is!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Molly.....Main Street

I saw my friend Molly at the White Mule last night. We were both there for the first of Dan Cook's excellent music series, 21 Sounds. Molly also wanted me to see that she was sporting a hair trend; she may be the only woman in Columbia who is ADDING grey to her hair. Fascinating. Yet it was her leather jacket that truly caught my fancy. It is, she told me, an Italian motorcycle jacket made by Alpinestars. She'd seen the very jacket--all zippers and distressed leather--in Nylon magazine and had to have one. I also liked her leather patchwork bag, which Molly said she nabbed at a Lucky outlet.
She wanted me to note shoes, Puma, and zippered leggings, purchased on clearance at T.J. Maxx.

All lovely, but do let me return to crying huzzah for Mr. Cook, the gentleman who organized the evening to showcase contemporary composers. It was simply fantastic and attracted a rather large crowd, as indeed it deserved. Darling, talented Ayala Asherov (whose mother was the object of my crush after I saw her on the stage in Israel) even performed one of her songs.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Aaron....Woodrow Street

This gentleman's ensemble--so whimsical, so cheery--seemed perfectly matched to the lovely spring day. I'm not sure which I fancied more, the shirt (rather reminiscent of some wallpaper my dear Aunt Dahlia once fancied) or the plaid plimsolls (for as I've mentioned, I own a pair myself).

As we chatted, I apologized for my shaky camera skills. The young man told me he owns a camera store (and no doubt, was appalled by my piddling point and shoot). Then I wondered aloud: could this be the young man who ran for mayor? He told me he was. Splendid!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Colour....as a Means of Self-Defense

Yesterday, as I brushed the pollen from my dark trousers for the umpteenth time, I began to long for an old suit I once sported about--a yellow, wide wale corduroy number. I thought I was quite fashion forward back then. ( I rather suspect, however, that I looked a bit like a monkey's favorite snack.) Even better than wearing yellow head to toe? A pollen-masking vehicle! I happened across this one twice today.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Barbara, Ashleigh, Harriet....At the Polls

Perhaps you have heard of "The Man Without a Country"? I feared my friend Millicent was about to become the citizen without a poll. I arrived mid-morning to escort her to the traditional polling place, the fire station on Devine Street, where dear Milli has voted for the last 13 years. Alas, her name was not on the list. A call revealed that Millicent had been reassigned to Ward 33. I watched my pal blink back the tears: she has a fondness for firemen, and I knew she'd take the change badly.

But, as so many plot twists do, this one leads to a happy ending. Millicent was welcomed warmly at her new polling destination (Martin Luther King Park) by both workers and voters --including these lovely ladies you see above. And I may have stumbled onto an election day trend: vivid colours and ruffles. Do let me know if you see more of the same!

Monday, April 5, 2010

A Country Egg Hunt....Easter

It seemed sensible enough: if one cares to hunt for eggs, one should go into the countryside. After all, that is where the chickens reside, no? I marveled aloud at the breed that could produce such colourful eggs. My lovely host Mary Ruth whispered, "I hate to disappoint you Max, but those eggs are plastic." Chickens that produce plastic eggs! Disappointed? Indeed, I was dazzled by the science of it all. What shall they think of next?
Mary Ruth was bridging the seasons as you see above, her wide-brimmed hat shielding her from the brilliant sunlight while her wrap kept the early morning chill at bay. Her lovely granddaughter was dashing about, no doubt in search of the goose that laid the plastic egg....
...and though sporting the same color palette as her grandmother, albeit tie-dyed, she was considerably more camera shy.