Saratoga Springs is a resort town, known for its horse racing. Here is everyone strolling in the shade of the elms, in 1915.
This couple is quite elegant, but I think the male far outshines his mate. Everything about him is sharp.
Meanwhile, right behind them: newsies! They really did dress like that. The more sophisticated older one is leaning casually against a tree, leg up, while the younger ones try to impress him with their street smarts.
Finally, the heart of purposeful walking, New York City. Here is a picture of the intersection of Seventh Avenue and West 125th, in 1938. Again, a lot of people, but I love this other gracious gentleman. Both he and the boulevardier in Saratoga Springs show that it's not just the clothes, but the way that you wear them. And, really, a hat helps, even though that is no longer permissible, and just makes you look like you're losing your hair.
But I also always like this cheerful lady right behind him. I wish I knew her.
I wish I knew them all, and it is a bit chilling, sometimes, to realize that they are all long dead.
Do you look at pictures of the past?
What kind of thing do you look for when you do? I also look at machinery, architecture, and trains.