The Black and White thing...

The black and white thing is rampant in NYC this summer and I say bravo! It looks cool and chic and is really difficult to mess up. Yet. People manage (they always do somehow, don't they?). This is what I saw as I was trugging through the incredibly hot Times Square Subway Station this past Monday as I was switching from the 1 to the R to go downtown. Picture it--lovely blonde lady, early 30s, hair pulled back into cute pony tail (it was quite the humid day yesterday), fabulous full skirt, just below the knee, black and white large floral print, paired with a fitted black cap-sleeved jersey knit t-shirt and matching cartigan over her shoulders. And then there is the kicker. Her kickers. She's wearing red pumps. Red pumps--"Okay," you're saying to yourself, "black and white outfit, what's wrong with making it a little fun with red pumps?" Nothing, I'd normally say, if she hadn't been carrying a giant fushia handbag! I mean come on! One or the other. Fushia bag, black or white shoes. Red shoes, black, white, hell, even gold or silver handbag. But to throw red and fushia together (not even pink mind you--fushia--like the cheap trannies wore that used to walk 12th Ave. after midnight before the city was turned into Disneyworld by Gulianni)--it's beyond me. Maybe she's colorblind and got the labels mixed up, because honestly, I cannot fathom how such a gross fashion mishap could happen to such an otherwise throughly pulled together outfit.