A yer sun was imposed despite the intimidation of a solemn and tedious breeze. Today it rains almost sideways because the wind is still here fucking. I do not mind the rainy days, let alone if it is Sunday and you can give yourself a couple of hours wrapped in sheets while the presence of the storm, with that cool, strain out the window ajar. I have also learned to walk under water, to interpret the wet pavement, walking as if meditating and breathing pulse of mixed until confused with the ringing of the water.
Manhattan is responsible for this change of attitude. I come from a culture where we are conditioned to believe that the rain is like a sore throat and cold days one big shit. I remember how all drizzle altered the mood of the people, as if it were an unexpected announcement on television. Dog piss and highways are blocked, that was the mental work, embodying the rain, a rock that traveled from generation to generation. Hours and hours in line and we are left with the music and tons of conversation squeezed into the car with the windows sealed. We wanted to forget the wet and the evil intentions of people transformed by the rain wicked and impertinent.
We thought that in an ideal world it would rain because there we were stupid and we were well trained; at most to be given by falling at dawn when the streets were accompanied, in his loneliness and people were sleeping or drunk, or braided horizontally and indoors.
also the rain in Frankfurt, in a pause between the Goethe House and the architecture of any of its downtown streets, I tried what for me was the best cheesecake and that mark was there to reveal that trip. My palate has changed since then but this picture was this linked to rain. From that moment I walked into a truce with the natural phenomenon and brought me to the contemporary corner of Chelsea, the Meatpacking and the labyrinthine West Village.
Accumulation images of umbrellas, raincoats and boots. Young designers, the look of an aesthetic choice that forces you to always see products that look new but are just sort of contraption rethought, get in the rain an excuse to make people look good, sexy or elegant. Manhattan girls always looking for new adventures, with tights or tight leggings, outlining the silhouettes of the waist down, ending in boots and less vulgar practice of wearing a firefighter. Children take over the landscape with impervious cut and styled around the shape of animals or figures. Dressing up a child in winter means a share of patience and creativity but never deny the slick patina of the raincoats. "Piove, feelings come piove ..."
Photos: 1. © Lighthack / 2. © Martin Teschner / 3. © Ed Yourdon
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