On every corner of Manhattan at the moment there are fruit sellers. Dragging out their cart from some hidden location, setting up at some ungodly hour and standing in the sweltering heat for hours on end. If you see these guys, please buy something and show your respects, this is not an easy gig. I was particularly taken with this guys style though. The floral shirt in rich ochres and poppy reds combined with the mesh utility shirt certainly was a happy accident.