If you happen to be moseying on up Manhattan Avenue in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, and spot an impeccably dressed woman whose face is almost entirely shielded by a turban and expansive black hair, with a chicken wing in hand that she occasionally tears at with her teeth — well, don’t be alarmed. It’s just Teresa.
In New York, as hordes of kids try to distinguish themselves with unbearably conspicuous attempts — loud prints, loud accessories, anything, really, to catch the eye of a street style photographer — Teresa is one of the rare few who stand out effortlessly. She’s the perfect confluence of high-brow and low-brow. Think Popeyes meets Schiaparelli. Born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, she possesses that innate ilk of Southern sass — one of the only indications that she is indeed from the South aside for her devotion to fried chicken and the occasional “y’all.” A former employee at Opening Ceremony and the Ralph Lauren archives, Teresa’s now at Dover Street Market New York, where she works as a Tricot Comme des Garçons specialist and has amassed a closet that’s more enviable now than it was to begin with, if that’s even possible.
Comme des Garçons Tricot skirt.
Comme des Garçons Tricot dress.
Alexander McQueen suit from ’97.
Comme des Garçons Good Design Shop jacket.
Issey Miyake top with tail.
Junya Watanabe pants.
Vivienne Westwood dress.