Willowy woman strolling in the opposite direction on Eighth Avenue, soft/blurred edges as if filmed rather than videotaped, sporting a hair configuration that was the perfect blend of Leather Tuscadero’s anachronistic rocker style, Carol Brady’s fifth season shag, and Doug Henning’s magical frothy mop. Thank you for your derring-do and daring ‘do.

Young fellow in camouflage quasi-jeggings cuffed at the ankle, not quite sashaying down Eighth but close, I’m pretty sure those are NOT standard issue, but gurrrrl, they’re certainly standard swish-you. I never, ever, EVER say “Werq!” but I thought it loudly inside my head.