“New York City is filled with crazy drip man. Crazy.”
Said one girl, pictured below, sitting with a cigarette lit between her fingers, chilling on Canal Street in SOHO, one of the most fashionable neighborhoods in the world. I spotted her and her partner sitting by Balenciaga Store.
I was in NYC for two weeks in December. On a casual day, I’d grab my 70-200mm and just drop myself near SOHO, Flatiron or Tribeca to look for folx with drip—or, in other words, styled outfits.
What’s a better place for drip than NYC?
Dad drip? No problem.
Coats go everywhere.
But only adults can handle it.
Youngin’s rather camouflage. Hard.
…Guess they can do coats too.
A little shopping can never hurt, especially if it is Acne Studio.
“I love the clash of color bro.”
Some default to color. They have a sense and touch to it.
*The dude to the right also happens to be Arianna Grande’s lead concert dancer, as I would later find out.
And Denim and Leather most likely didn’t die.
“Who said Grandpa and Grandma couldn’t have some drip?”
This duo is runway ready. Actually @NYFW call them.
Young couples have sum’ to say. People and dog rock yellow equally as fire.
STONE ISLAND AND CORTEZ. Enough said.
You know where else in NYC is dripped AF?
MoMA.
I dont know what's more impressive, the shorts or the puffy jacket.
Grey is the new Black.
FANNY PACK.
