I stepped onto the train yesterday, and every other person was miraculously and bizarrely dressed like an extra in a student art film.

I don't get it. This girl was absolutely adorable -- she looked like a more pixie-esque Natalie Portman. So WTF is up with this assault of color blocks, geometrical patterns and NEON tights!??! If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say she was on her way to American Apparel. For more tights, of course.
Speaking of hazardous...

Look, it's really fucking cold out. I get that. You can't hate on wanting to stay warm. And I too have a super-warm comfy jacket, and when the temperature drops below a certain level, I could almost care less that I look like a walking sleeping bag. BUT, mine is NOT in a color you could see from space, and this thing was more like an king-sized comforter, and it was in that shiny, wet-look breed of polyester. She looked like a giant orange shiny parking cone. For SHAME!

This isn't a morts. It's just a LOL. AND IT'S TRUE! It's in the dressing room at the Park Slope
Beacon's Closet, where I got an awesome sweater that I'm too lazy to photograph.
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