Street style from head to toe

I enjoy having my sensibilities stretched by persons wearing their own takes, and now that the full-winter gear is off, I'm looking at them again.

In my neighbourhood, this woman walked ahead of me on the street. I thought she was wearing a head scarf with her puffer jacket, which is already different because here we usually wear a tuque (aka watch cap) pulled low against the still-chill wind.

But, wait! She had knotted the classic triangle over a black baseball cap! And, note the reptile boots.

Downtown, I saw a woman so striking that I tried not to stare: petite, entirely in black, with a dramatic, flamenco-dancer chignon. I'm sorry I did not shoot her from the front so you could see that her hair was dressed in tight, even waves pomaded into place from the side part, traversing forehead to ear. That style belonged to the 1920s, the rest was absolutely current.

The faux-fur cropped jacket with track pants and Vuitton sneakers—personal and dramatic. (Madame is definitely in the Passage, so those of you wondering about streetwear: go for it!)

She and a friend were going to the Museum's "Nicholas Party: L'heure mauve" exhibition, as were we.

The showstopper was her jewellery: on one ear, six pearl studs! 

Waiting for the bus, a woman checked her phone in a considered but uncoordinated outfit. I liked it for several reasons: nothing really relates to anything else unless you count her white cropped knit (it just skimmed the top of her waistband) and gleaming boots. I liked the 3/4 length of the coat; camel is huge here this spring, a lighter neutral than black or navy.

Spring in the air, and on their feet!