When in New York City, your own personal style can all but be thrown out the window (if you’re anything like me). On a usual, Vancouver day, I’m all but a street person, showing up to my co-working studio in sweats, a cap – hair back – and not a stitch of makeup on. This is in part because (a) I’m lazy, but also largely due to the fact that I’m in love with the most humanly-perfect man possible, and living between 2 places, which means (b) I’m currently a bag lady.
I long for a moment in my not too-far future when I can wake up, dress up, and put make up on, and simply just appear to be a normal, functioning, organized person again.
But, until that day arrives, I will live vicariously through my own memories of my self in NYC. As totally narcissistic and self-involved as it may be, I can’t help but gather these images of my favourite outfits that carried me through New York City. (And yes, I have a new photo editing style that I’m sort of obsessed with – I highly recommend VSCO for you Insta-ladies).
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