
Ballet shoes hang from a walk sign at 60th Street and Park Avenue. (photo by Hyperallergic)
I love aesthetic battles and I secretly miss the war of subcultures (through style, of course) that was a staple of the late 20th C. Think mods vs punks, but in a Manhattan (ballet shoes, of course) vs. Brooklyn (sneakers, wassup) kinda way. I spotted this today and it stopped me in my tracks. Me likey.