“I’m a new New Yorker,” said Ashley Parker brightly, pausing to pose on chilly Sixth Avenue.
“Bright” is the word for Ashley, whose sunny personality radiates palpably around her and is reflected in her upbeat personal style.
“I’m a freelance writer, and I just moved here from D.C. where I worked at the Washington Post,” she told me. Ashley was head-to-toe Betsey Johnson, including a fun red party dress, vaguely Cruella De Vil (but fur-free) black and white coat and a gorgeous, sparkly panda pendant around her neck.
“I love New York and how people dress here. Washington is very conservative, and it just seems that nobody takes the time for fashion,” she gushed. “People watching at Fashion Week is my favorite thing to do.”
But Ashley didn’t have time to dally—she was off to an appointment on the other side of town. So after a quick snap of the shutter, she stepped into a cab and vanished, like a story-book fantasy of a well-dressed New York career woman. A perfect example of there always being time to look sensational.
