Lunch Hour Trip to Mood
On shitty days I lift my spirits with a lunch-hour trip to Mood Designer Fabrics. “Intoxication through textiles,” one of my colleagues calls it. He said to me last week, “If you keep heading toward Seventh Avenue each day, people are going to think you are having an affair.” In a way, I am. With the third-floor wool department.
On my way to Mood last Friday, I passed Spandex World. I waited for this man to pass the shop before I took the snap so I could capture his blue jacket and black bag.
Scores from the trip: a pair of Lucite pocketbook handles and three yards of olive green brushed cashmere from Italy.
