I have a guilty conscience
You know when you start writing something without really knowing what you’re writing about?…Well that’s me right now. We’ve literally been working everyday from 5AM-8PM since we returned from our lovely weekend getaway in New York, and safe to say I’m pretty brain dead. This may not the piece that wins me the Pulitzer, but at least the outfit’s kinda cute.
I fell in love with it when I saw my best friend, Millie Bobby Brown wearing it in the most recent Calvin Klein campaign. I think the fact thats she’s just warming up to puberty probably helped her fit in those cardboard stretchless pants better than I did, but what can I say, I’m never one to step away from a challenge. Besides, this gave me the chance to do that “Tight Pants” Jimmy Fallon dance all day which Peter thoroughly enjoyed. Look at that…I’ve managed to ramble on about nothing, just as predicted.
I guess if there’s one moral to today’s story it’s the forever recurring theme of “you do you” girl. You wear what you want to wear, even if that means recreating a look work by someone born in 2004 (that’s right folks, two thousand and fucking four), and it not being particularly flattering. Who cares! I got to look like a candy cane cowboy all day, walking around New York city, and I think that’s pretty badass. People are always telling me “I wish I could pull off some of the stuff you wear”, or “I love it but I could never wear that…” and the truth is that’s baloney!…the proof is in the photos that follow. Never let the prospect of judgement, the “rules”of fashion, or the fear of stepping away from the clothes allocated for your body type, detract from your potential artistic expression. I mean look at me, I dress like a clown practically everyday and have somehow convinced people it’s working for me. So don’t let any of of those little mean voices in your head, scare you away from putting on something that may make you feel magical…Cue in True Colours by Cyndi Lauper…
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This city has always held a special place in my heart. When I was itty bitty, my mother and father let it be known that New York was a magical place. I still have the most vivid memories of having tea with my father at The Plaza, playing the giant piano upstairs in the late great F.A.O. Schwartz toy store, and seeing The Lion King on Broadway for the very first time. Of course there were also the family vacays in the big apple during my rebellious teenage years, but those were a little messier…so let’s keep it romantic and not go there. The first time I ever lived alone was in New York, the Summer of 2009 when I was 17, going to the American Conservatory of Dramatic Arts and then again at 18, with my first big girl job working for Lizzie Grubman PR…but the memories that might be my fondest are the ones that same Summer of 2010 when Peter and I first fell in love.
Let me tell you from experience, if you’re ever going to fall in love, New York might just be the best place to do it. We spent it traveling back and forth, Canada<—>NY every single weekend, refusing to let a week go by without seeing one another, constantly attempting to surprise each other with big gestures, and small thoughtful ones. I dragged Peter to every musical on Broadway, the restaurants I grew up going to with my family, and then there was our legendary weekend in the Hamptons of course. The story of our first Summer might just be too long and epic to resonate as a blog post, so maybe we’ll tell it together one day. All this to say that when Peter and I visit New York City, even if it’s for work, meetings, or Fashion Week, it has never ceased to be magical. Just the way it felt when I was itty bitty, except maybe even better…
Balenciaga cap and shoes, Juniper + Blanc sunglasses, Iro Paris leather jacket, Uniqlo Mickey Mouse sweater, Storets skirt, and Christian Dior tote.
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