The New Black

In my working class neighborhood of Kensington, Brooklyn there aren't many decades of fashion that aren't represented. The little old Jewish ladies represent the sixties moo moo, wearing it in the elevator, in our courtyard and if they're feeling particularly rebellious, even to the Foodtown down the block. Then we have the teenage kids who are often wearing the latest in tight-ass jeans and tight-ass shirts with big earrings for the girls and 2XL pants and 2XL shirts and hats the size of salad bowls for the guys. Now for the thirty-something crowd like myself that isn't a lot of inspiration to draw from in terms of what's "in." There is one trend however that does stand out and that trend is alive...literally. I'm talking about babies. No thirty-something would be caught dead walking these streets without a stroller, a Baby Bjorn or a knee high human tugging at their leg. Being a parent seems to be where it's at around these parts. Maybe it's a reflection of all the babies people are having in Hollywood or maybe people realize that little people make you look thinner, whatever it is, this season, babies are the new black.