As anyone familiar with New York knows, tonight the FDR drive will be lined with junior firework watchers wearing--what else--black. It's not that they don't love America in the big city; it's just that red white and blue screams Wayward Tourist Lost on the Way to Madame Tussaud's.
Presenting the manifesto of hipster city kids and their kindred spirits across the nation: Urban Babies Wear Black. Michelle Sinclair Coleman's hilarious board book is a tongue-in-cheek look at life in Manhattan for the species Infantus Urbanus.
The awesome artwork from illustrator Nathalie Dion brings to life the daily grind of gallery-hopping, yoga classes, and mocha latte playdates.
What? Isn't that what your baby does every day?




Liz, I had my baby too early. Tho' my city is the Minne-apple (sorry, couldn't resist), I am an urban mother at heart. 11 years ago all we had was Hanna Anderson, Gymboree and Target. Ah, to be dressing a boy today. Much, much more cool.