It seems almost silly to say that my stay in New York improved dramatically as soon as I left Manhattan and headed to Williamsburg.  Especially since the area has supposedly become somewhat of a cliched hipster crawl.  Perhaps it was the beautiful blue skies, the complete LACK of crowds and traffic, the way the stores were pleasingly sparse and spread out with interest street art and eatery to preoccupy you inbetween the stores.  Comparisons of the place with Hoxton/Shoreditch seemed curious to me as I found the place to be more like a neighbourhood than a pit where people congregate dressed to the nines in the hope of being streetstyle-photographed. 

It really had nothing to do with the connections this place has with the supposed echelons of 'cool' why I enjoyed the day so much, because it was just a genuinely PLEASANT place to walk around, hang and shop.    The head was cleared, mind free of hard drive issues and so came the purchases.  Still, I didn't go mad.  Mostly vintage, nothing extravagant but all giving me pleasures of a different kinds and not surprisingly, all mostly of the skirt variety too...vintage Comme des Garcons white brocade skirt, a vintage Escada floral skirt, a diagonal black and white bandage skirt, a Grecian nightgown....oh and a pair of Vivienne Westwood knee highs to add to the burgeoning sock drawer.  I'll say less this time and let the pics do the talking.  Can anyone please play Deerhoof's Plus 81?  Suits the collage....