West Village
Bleecker and Perry St.
Last spring, there was one particularly gorgeous day where it seemed every third person I passed was worthy of the blog. This real life Ken and Barbie epitomized the quality of goods I was encountering that day. Just a typical spring day for them, strolling down Bleecker, looking like they stepped out of GQ and Vogue, respectively.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
hOW COME THE GUYS ARE NEATLY DRESSED (BUT WITH SHIRT TAILS OUT) BUT THE GIRLS ALMOST ALWAYS SEEM TO PUT MORE EFFORT INTO THEIR APPEARANCE? MY WIFE AND i DO SIMILARLY.