Unconditional Love and Leggings.

As ridiculous and naive of a statement as this might be,

I'm missing New York now more than ever.

Which is not to make light of the recent tragedy- only to say that the devastation makes me wish that I were part of what is proving, once again, to be an inspirationally tight-knit community.

Doesn't it seem like all New Yorkers harbor this inherent connection? Like, despite the animosity and hardened exterior with which they continually self-identify, they're really just members of one slightly dysfunctional family?

And isn't that the definition of love? Sticking with an obsession through thick and thin?

So yes, New York: Though I may be a cow-loving plaid-wearing Midwesterner, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul and I love,

I love,

 I love you.

And this t-shirt is my attempt to never be parted from you from this day on. 

(Even if I am violating every fashion rule you've ever established by wearing thick ankle corduroy leggings with pointed toe mid-height heels.)

skirt: H&M, top:NYFNO, leggings: Hue, shoes: Bandolino, necklace: grandma's, ring: decovitro

Love is blind.   

Cheers.