Puerto Rican flags and bandanas were flying off the shelves in Los Sures and Spanish Harlem and on D-Block over the last few weeks. On recent weekend days, you couldn't round the block without catching Big Pun blaring from a passing SUV. The PR trinket hawkers crowded out the Halal cart guys and the Mexican mango stands, pushing them off the corners with sprawling setups dripping red, white and blue. Then, finally, Sunday came: The one day of the year when browns outnumbered whites on 5th Ave. With the JAPs and WASPs retreating to their Hamptons cottages, the Upper East Side belonged to the Boriqueños.
Def Jam's street soldiers came out:
As did the hooptie crews:
Backside deail; just so excessive it might be genius. Or ridiculous--jury's still out:
And the merengue fellas, with the requisite porcine drummer man:
Chicken trike man rocked a picture of the chicken trike on his chicken trike. A proud soul:
Jewish hipster or hip Jewster?
Puerto Ricans do MDMA too:
Disclaimer: Not a real horse:
More on the way...
Con amor,
DCQ.
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