curly hair, don’t care
The things she toted were what she carried, like pieces of clothing; three bags, gold rim glasses and strands of salt and pepper bangs. Her otherwise unassuming position was betrayed by a bright matching plaid set – top and bottom – as if from a designer idea book with a mango mustard trench, both a foil for her character which was as interesting as she dressed to be.
“These are my pajamas. Yea, I drink coffee. I like putting cinnamon and cardamon in it and all that; not just black coffee.” GoodPartyMan
She was like black and white T.V. before color, classic.
Coffee Shop: Near Whole Foods Market
Location: Gowanus, Brooklyn