When I got on the subway platform, I think I saw Alexa Chung in her golden slip-ons walking in my direction. I don't know how I think I know it's her. But I am pretty sure it was her. I don't get to see fancy slip-ons like that every day. The loafers practically light up the whole dreary subway platform and the subway car. It was a week or so after the blizzard and the streets are pretty slushy but her shoes look practically new unmolested by the black snow, urban gravy or the likes.
I was too much of a chicken or got too much misplaced pride or too much self control to say Hello.
Then the other day I bumped into the quite possibly the most prodigious rock climber ever, Ashima Shirashi. She was very petite and quite easily disappeared in the car. I tried to look at her fingers and feet to see if they are extraordinary in any way. I guess they aren't or they are. I am no expert. She was accompanied by her dad. I read her profile on the New York Times quite some time ago and then now "all of a sudden" she is every where. The New Yorker did a profile on her just a month or so ago.
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