This morning I like the idea of a country girl who got thrown into the city: denim cut offs and boots with a lady bag and literally wearing big-city-stardom on her blouse. Mostly I just love cool pastels with saturated chili, the perfect balance of what shouldn't work but does.
This time of year always reminds me of my first arrival(s) to New York: first, as a sixteen-year-old enrolled in a summer program at Parsons (keywords: confused, intimidated, thought 23rd & Lex was uptown), then as a nineteen-year-old coming to "take a class" at FIT after a summer roadtrip fell through (keywords: invigorated, Chipotle). Clearly that turned into not wanting to leave, enrolling in a full semester of courses while submitting my application, being accepted and eventually graduating. That second "coming to New York" was four years ago over Memorial Day weekend. Happy anniversary to me!