After getting a haircut from my longtime barber in Midtown, filled with mostly tourists as NYers were clearing out for this holiday weekend, I took the subway downtown to Soho to go to a Spanish food store. On the streets, my head was on a swivel--and yours would have been, too. If pulchritude is in the eye of the beholder, then by any standard I was beheld, captivated, enthralled, enchanted. When you flip through the likes of Vogue or see a clip of a high-end couture house's runway show and ask yourself, "who the fuck dresses like that?", the answer was right there on the streets of Soho. With form and beauty to match. From Nubian models to uninhibited Euros and South Americans to the NYers spending their parents dimes, simply amazing. Sorry BH and Bloor/Bay.