In the Chelsea neighborhood, I spotted this stylish young man. I asked him if I could take a picture of him and his scarf. He told me his friend made it from a damaged sweater, and added some more artistic tearing to it along the way. He then proceeded to ask me if I had a light. I didn’t. And I resisted from mentioning the evils of smoking. He looked like he was twelve, but probably was older than that. Yet I was flattered that he thught I was a possibly hip enough grandma to ask!