Going Green

I stepped out of my apartment building this afternoon to go to the bank, totally forgetting what day it was, and boom! GREEN! Everywhere. Celebrating St. Patty's Day always seems like a good idea—and I've had a few fun ones over the years—but for the most part, green beer just isn't worth fighting crowds, paying cover charges and witnessing a plethora of eyesores. Staten Island teens slut it up and guido it OUT in green skin-baring outfits; 50-something year-old women strut down the street with beads around their necks (lord knows how they got them) and Euro tourists proudly wear fuzzy leprechaun top hats. It is not cute. It's amazing to see how quickly one of the chicest cities can go downhill.

However, out of the sea of green, I was relieved to find this dapper dude. He could qualify for a Sartorialist St. Patty's Day special, no? I actually have no idea what he looks like from the front, but I'm choosing to believe there's some truth to the cool way he is leaning against the wall with his jacket hanging off his shoulder. Hrm. Maybe he's just drunk and sweaty? Either way...I dig it.

Tell me friends: Are you celebrating St. Patty's Day? Drink a beer for me—I'll be babysitting!