It was a fashion-oriented day for a kilted man. Walking out of one of my favorite bakeries, Black Hound New York, with two triple-chocolate brownies and a Mini-Bee cake, a woman, who bore an slight resemblance to Grace Coddington (alas, it wasn’t her), took three big strides toward me, gesticulating broadly.
“My God, I haven’t seen anything like it since Marc Jacobs,” she exclaimed. “Fantastic, marvelous. You work it big boy!” She punched my bicep and was gone.
As you might imagine, a kilted man heard much about the Marc Jacobs winter 2009 collection. While a kilted man is interested in fashion he isn’t involved in the industry so his familiarity with the the Marc Jacobs winter 2009 collection is limited to a brief segment on NY1 and photographs on the Internet. Based on what he was able to see, a kilted man has to say that he wasn’t impressed. That said, to be compared to such a fashion icon left a kilted man in a buoyant mood.
That mood continued on The High Line when a young woman with a wonderful Brazilian accent asked to photograph me for her blog, A Bird In My Closet. “I love what you are wearing, ” she purred. “I want you for my blog. Oh, I forgot my cards. Okay, it’s a bird in my closet. Remember it, okay?” If she posts the photograph, I’ll let you know.
Yes, I know that Fashion Week just ended in New York so there are probably a somewhat greater number of fashionistas around than usual. Still, it was a good day for fashion and for a kilted man.