"Several blocks later, I came across a standard, uniformed version of the “New York power woman”: black flats, black dress, black overcoat, black headband. And as much as I tried to resist this woman’s funereal image, I felt myself drawn to her apparent sadness and fear. Her costuming was a shield; one felt that she didn’t want to be mistaken for a person, let alone a woman." - Hilton Als, on the gamut of New Yorkers' outfits on an incredibly warm day in early January, in The New Yorker.
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