For a concrete jungle, NYC is overflowing with green space. But, while Central Park is often the go-to, we actually prefer the cutting-edge awesomeness of the High Line. Part reclaimed railroad and part lush park, this oasis-within-a-city seems to double as a runway for the city's smooth strollers
to strut their stuff on weekends (or the occasional Summer Friday!).
Maybe it's the High Line's home in the fashion-fearless West Village, or its the proximity to the still-hot Standard Hotel, but the elevated park is packed with, well, elevated style. From bohemian flavors to more buttoned-up fare, this haute (get it?) hangout is a sartorial grab bag. We hit the
streets paths to hunt down the best trends and ensembles we could find
, and, we gotta admit, we're feeling kind of high ourselves.
Photographed by Mark Iantosca