Turns out, keeping up w/ a blog while living in NYC is a wee bit harder than expected.
Granted- were I not to procrastinate by ceaselessly hunting down the perfect pair of black ankle booties, I might have more time for- you know - not being a glutton.
Alas- I am what I, admittedly, am.
Even so, I do have something I'd like to discuss:
and that is,
dressing boring in New York.
I always knew that when I moved here, I'd be able to wear whatever I wanted whenever I wanted,
you know, it's New York.
I mean, last year I bought a giant faux fur jacket with the sole intention of wearing it someday when I moved to the App.
Then I moved here and decided to wear t-shirts, skinny jeans w/ holes in the knee, black ankle booties, & high ponytail
Which is weird, right?
I mean - Saturday night alone I saw pirates chillin' in a Starbucks, a matching dominatrix couple on the corner of Broadway & 32nd, and a petite Asian woman on crutches in a wedding dress,
so why has my style taken such an opposing turn?
My theory involves me having subconscious need to give up any attempt at originality in a city overflowing with, well,
It's too hard to be somebody,
I'm more comfortable being nobody.
I'm too tired to tell if this sounds incredibly depressing
or incredibly practical .
Feel free to let me know.
PS: Shopbop's Friends & Family 25% off sale starts today so..
you can dress boring too!