From the Oct. 3 Observer column "The Eight Day Week":

September is the new August! Or so it would seem, as every frilly girl or fruity boy is insisting on continuing to wear flip-flops and tank tops and flaunting their tattoos, which often just look like some toddler puked on their ankle--look, folks, this isn't Miami, grow up and be a New Yorker, or move the hell out. We've had enough of your sunny, brainless disposition--New York is for dark, angry people, O.K.?! When was the last time you saw Patti Smith in flip-flops, for god's sake!