Bare legs

A few weeks ago this Explorer I wrote about how women manage to brave the Antarctica-like temperatures of New York in February with bare legs/feet/ankles/belly/whatever came into our view, I decided to conduct in-depth research on this during our own NY adventure. The idea was to ask every woman who appeared with bare legs/feet/ankles/belly/whatever how they manage to do it. So yesterday afternoon after the Lacoste show, it was time to strike. Dozens of exotic birds paraded in front of Lincoln Center, including quite a few bare legs, a bare belly, and even a completely exposed midriff. The latter was a girl from North Dakota, and that bare midriff was so bare that I could clearly see her breasts and goosebumps. She explained her survival instinct by saying that it is much colder in her city and that the -2 of New York is actually a tropical outing. So. Then there was the woman in the red-white-black striped pants and flat navy blue-white loafers. May asked, “how are you dealing with the cold?” The answer: “I’m not. I’m dying.” Now that is already a lot more honest. Then there was a girl who wore completely bare lower legs with a rather meh outfit and she did it out of “dedication to my outfit.” Call me a bitch, but if you are that dedicated, at least do it with a to-die-for look, but that aside.

After such a first day, you shouldn’t immediately draw all your conclusions, but in my opinion, it’s just that you need a certain degree of madness to let physical comfort be overshadowed by the love for fashion (and attention). Moreover, I just think it’s cheating. It’s winter for crying out loud, so you wear winter clothes and not summer clothes. However, this research will continue, so who knows, someone might still give me the golden recipe. Until then, I enjoy all the dead bare skin here on the street and you enjoy our photos, because to be honest, it is entertaining.