Mary Ann
8.5 Million People – All Unique!
If you are walking down the street in New York City, you may see just about anything. It may stop you in your tracks. However, if you are looking around, no one else seems to be very interested. Everyone in NYC is unique, so no one stand out as you might imagine. There are characters everywhere, and we are going to meet some in this blog.
In Time Square, there is a host of characters trying to charm the tourists. You will find Elmo and Cookie Monster and Spiderman. There is also the Naked Cowboy with a strategically placed guitar, so he remains PG for the children. These characters are famous, but they do not even begin to capture the real characters of the city.
As the fashion capital of the world, designers share their collections a few times a year during Fashion Weeks. These creative individuals find inspiration everywhere, but in the streets of NYC, unique treasure can be discovered. Sometimes on the subway, you will spot a young girl impeccably dressed in vintage clothes or sporting timeless accessories in a new way. They are living fashion. When I first got to NYC, long summer scarves were worn everywhere. I believe, Jennifer Amastin, was big on them at the time. So, of course, I had to get some in every color. Even though they were light weight, they were hot in the humid NYC summer. This trend was somewhat short-lived, and I have a box of the scarves to prove it. However, you see how a look becomes fashion. I also love the girls who wear short skirts and stilettos. It is not easy walking miles on concreate in 4-, 5-, or 6-inch heels, and Lower Manhattan has cobblestone streets. They are kind of urban mountain climbers. How do they do it? If I were young when I worked there, I would have done it too!
The first December I was working in NYC, I had to go into the city for a work event. As I sat on the subway train, a Santa Claus entered the train. I thought, Santa must be on the way to work to spread a little Christmas cheer for children. Then a second Santa got on the next stop, and by the time, I got to New York from Jersey City, the whole car was full of Santas. Something was going on. I apparently did not get the memo that the world was dressed as Santa Claus today. I found out that it was SantaCon, an event held in early December where everyone dresses like Santa, and they do a bar crawl from Mid-town to Greenwich Village for charity and FUN! There are all kind Christmas characters – lots of elves and a particularly cute group of eight pretty girls dressed as reindeers. SantaCons are held throughout the country, but as with everything, NYC does it in a big way!

There are two other events that are also full of characters. Each March, there is a reverse migration of characters from New York to Hoboken, NJ, where St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated. There are lot of leprechauns on the subways and ferries. There is a parade, lots of green everywhere, and bar crawls ensues. During Pride Week in June, people are everywhere in costumes. Again, there is a parade with floats full of very good-looking men – always fun to watch and see how creative everyone is.
Still, the most-memorable character I ever saw and who is my all-time favorite, even beating Santa Claus, is a tall, stately, African American gentleman. I would see him on the PATH as we were both commuting between NYC and Jersey City. He was one-of-the -kind. The first time I saw him, he was dressed entirely in chartreuse, green shag fur. From the top of his head down to his shoes, he was green. He wore a green top hat which was exaggerated in size and carried a walking stick. No one seemed to notice him, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
The next time I saw him, he was dressed entirely in dalmatian print – white with black spots. Again, he was wearing a large top hat and strutting with his walking stick. I loved his panache. His fashion flair just made me happy. The last time I saw him he was crossing the street in Jersey City. This time he was dressed in red fake fur. It was the same outfit just a different color. I can imagine what his closet looked like and how he must muse each day what to wear. I never saw him again. I was always on the lookout for him. I would have loved to talk to him. He optimized what it means to be a unique NYC character. Isn’t it wonderful that there is a place where you can be who you are, and no one seems to be concerned?
New York City is the fashion capital or the business capital or finance capital or the publishing capital or the entertainment capital of the world. It is also the character capital of the world. Full of unique people just living their lives.


















