The Sartorialist Returns to Form

For awhile I was concerned that The Sartorialist had been utterly co-opted and would only be photographing people connected with the fashion industry (which, of course, he has every right to do, and after all it is the industry in which he earns a living), but it looks like he has not given up on his forte, capturing interestingly dressed people on the street.
There are many competent fashion photographers and paparazzi, but only one Sartorialist.
I thought of him this morning as I followed a stunningly dressed young woman to the tram and failed to take her picture. She was wearing a very long, soft-looking coat of an extremely flowing cut, in a color somewhere between dirt and battleship gray--not a color that would normally appeal to me at all, but the shape and soft appearance of the fabric were enchanting. Accenting the coat, she wore a fringed, patterned rust-colored scarf, a little hat in some sort of gray or brown with an embroidered or knitted pattern in reds and oranges (not at all a Czech hat, but clearly from some exotic land), and very plain black boots. The effect was gorgeously autumnal.
There has been somewhat of a surfeit of these dirt and gray shades in women's clothing here over the past year, but I have to admit that on the whole they seem to look better on most people than the vapid baby pink and baby blue that a different sector of the population wears. Very few people actually look good in large amounts of baby pink and baby blue, although I did see one who successfully set off the pink with black trim. Very dramatic.