Men wear ombre pants in this borough; I had no idea. The sidewalks are getting more interesting as it warms up.
Posts Tagged ‘brooklyn couple’
Brooklyn look
Posted in Misc, tagged bam, brooklyn, brooklyn couple, brooklyn fashion, flatbush ave, photography on March 27, 2013| Leave a Comment »
The Great GoogaMooga in Prospect Park
Posted in entertainment, Food, tagged brooklyn, brooklyn couple, brooklyn foodies, googamooga, photography, prospect park on May 20, 2012| Leave a Comment »
GoogaMooga was a foodie event in Prospect Park that took over the Nethermead and boathouse for the entire weekend. Names from TV were present and tickets were required. There was live music, too. The young ‘uns took off when Hall & Oates took the stage.
They are a couple
Posted in Misc, tagged brooklyn, brooklyn couple, couple with matching footwear, ninth st, park slope, photography on March 12, 2012| 1 Comment »
To my mind, matching footwear shows as much of a commitment as a band of gold on a finger. Or am I assuming too much to think that the guy wears his clogs out of the house when he’s not with her?
94 degrees in the shade
Posted in Misc, tagged black clothing brooklyn, brooklyn, brooklyn couple, brooklyn heat, fifth ave, park slope, wearing black in hot weather on June 9, 2011| Leave a Comment »
I am doing something wrong. My look: sleeves are short, pants don’t reach my ankles, toes are exposed, dark colors are minimal. The heat is melting me! What is the couple’s secret to looking cool in this weather?
Two of a kind
Posted in Misc, tagged brooklyn, brooklyn couple, brooklyn style, ft. hamilton parkway, green-wood cemetery, photography, walking in street on May 5, 2011| 1 Comment »
Did they discover they had the sleeve thing in common before or after meeting each other?
Ten-fingered beast
Posted in Misc, tagged brooklyn, brooklyn couple, brooklyn falafel, brooklyn pedestrians, park slope, photography, seventh ave, the finger on May 1, 2011| Leave a Comment »
That sensitive ten-fingered beast may not be so friendly… is she, with her spare hand, giving me the finger? It hardly matters, my focus has turned to whether the Tex-Mex place is serving falafel.