Sundance fashion report

I ran into a local woman. I asked her about the infestation of her town of this phenomenon known as Sundance. Around 20,000 people descend on this small ski town. The traffic goes through the roof, restaurants are booked, and all these groovy people are completely lost and asking directions.

She said, “Oh yeah, we call ‘em P.I.Bs. You know, People in Black.” She rolled her eyes one notch short of complete derision. And it is true. To be a player you have to wear black. Pastels seem to be seriously looked down upon. Lightweights. Not in the tribe.

This brings me to my Sundance Fashion report. The arctic mini is hot. Uber hot, molten hot. With black leggings and boots with furry fringe that go up the calf. To really put the cherry on top, the ladies have to have an adorable hat. Not a frumpy ski hat, something more like Jack London meets the catwalk. The knitted Greek fisherman’s cap seems big this year. Pretty much everyone wears boots because one is walking in slush all day.

Here's a shot of Doug de rigueur.

Tom