In New York's West Village, I came across this young woman standing at an intersection. There was something about her; as I moved closer I could begin to see what it was. Though she had dressed for the melancholy weather, she had done so in a way that unique. She wasn't wearing sweat pants or jeans with a simple raincoat, she was wearing beige leggings tucked into her wool-lined booties. Her raincoat was actually a belted, olive drab trench with a hood. Though she carried an umbrella, in the same hand she carried a small beige handbag. It was this contradiction that, looking back, drew my eye and made her a great subject.