Skinhead spot in East Village today had my jaw hitting the sidewalk.
Fred Perry top, polished red oxblood Dr Martens with (what looked like) 12 eyelets , the braces and the skintight jeans splattered with bleach. Jeans splattered with bleach? I'd totally blanked that fashion disaster from my mind.
Oh, and the bloke wearing the uniform was about 50. He could have been front and centre in that Ian Walker article.
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