In Manhattan, nobody cares what you wear. To be quite honest, nobody really notices anything; someone can be walking on their hands in a green tutu through Washington Square Park, and no one looks twice. At a certain point, we all become immune to the varied fashion and personalities that walk the streets around us. While this is a luxury most of the time, like when I’m hungover at the bagel shop and look rather, well, disheveled, sometimes you want people to notice your outfits. I get kind of sad when I spend 40 minutes putting a look together and no one gives a second glance. And yet, whenever I wear this one thing, I always get compliments, and that’s denim.
Whether it be a Canadian tuxedo I stroll into work in, my denim Golden Goose sneakers I wear with just about everything, or a deep-wash jean dress, people always say something. I don’t mean this in a conceited way; it’s honestly just something about the denim that gets people talking. And in New York City, talking can get you pretty far. Plus, sometimes, in one of the biggest cities in the world, it can be lonely. And sometimes, with just one conversation, even if it is just about denim sneakers, you start to feel a little less lonely.