Coffeehouse Dandy

While the Quarter is no longer the southern outpost of Greenwich Village Bohemia (one suspects that Bohemians are pretty thin on the ground in GV these days), one sees interesting/fabulous people from time to time. There's one holdover from the 60's who goes around in an old marching band tailcoat, a top hat and a cloud of patchouli. Then there are the retro swing dance kids, many former goths, who combine 1940s clothes and hair with modern tattoos. Sometimes on Etta's morning walk I see an older black gentleman who gives Nick Foulkes a run for his money. And of course on weekends there are the expensively dressed yuppies visiting their pieds a terre (my balcony neighbor asked me where I lived when I introduced myself across the railing).

My recent underemployed status allows me more time to spend on this sort of flaneurial anthropology, this morning at my local coffee/interweb place.

Most of the patrons at this hour are leftovers from Monday's BCS tournament wearing their respective teams' livery or random tourists pushing the boundaries of casual clothing.  This tiny woman (possibly local - people here tend to be small)  came in wearing a vintage coat with victorian-looking a tie-back, black jodhpurs, riding boots, and a comparatively urban green hat (the only color she wore) and white Willy Wonka shades. She appears to be in her 40s, and obviously feels no need to conform. 

I don't make a habit of photographing people getting their coffee, but her look was too distinctive not to share.  The camera on my free cellphone is not of iPhone quality, so her anonymity is secure. Otherwise I wouldn't have shared.