I love the rain. Especially when I have my rain boots on.
I liked the accent of neon pink on these Air Jordans worn with all black.
Bricks look so good in the rain. And anything set against them, it seems.
Bright things look brighter. Marathon runners everywhere.
Mother-son matching. Couldn’t see if the baby was wearing teeny Hunters. One can only hope.
It’s a little monotonous how many people wear black rain boots. But contrasting liners help.
I mean, at least they aren’t black.
In a sea of black and brown, I saw these red boots several blocks away.
Yes to this whole scenario.
Two-tone with tweed. More tweed is needed, I am thinking.
My rain boots (Kamik).
It finally feels like springtime in Boston. Sort of. You still need a pretty serious coat but it’s getting there. Here are some shots I took on Newbury Street yesterday.
I need a pair of driving gloves. Clearly.
This guy was wearing a great ivory fisherman sweater (complex cabling, and a color I love) under the leather jacket, the whiskey color of which I also loved.
Loved both of these outfits. So much going on, and so much individuality in each element. Especially like the patterned tights under the ripped jeans and the geometric grandfather cardigan with the leopard headscarf.
This man standing outside the RH gallery looked so polished.
This is one block over, but still.