I Walk the Line

The High Line, that is, on Manhattan's West Side. It's a city park created from the skeleton of an elevated subway line that runs from the Meatpacking District to 34th Street.

At one point, the park winds past the fire escape of a neighboring building. Realizing they had a captive audience, the residents began putting on nightly shows from their improvised open air stage, and created the one-of-a-kind Renegade Cabaret.

Inspired to renegadeliness myself, I went to eyeball the threads in one of New York's many amazing fabric stores. Need purple tiger-striped gold lame spandex? They've got it.
You can get almost any kind of fabric you can imagine in nearly unlimited quantity. Your eagle-eyed reporter spotted several yards of high grade periwinkle blue cotton interlock. Into my shopping bag it went; coming soon to a prototype boatneck near you!