Location: The Bowery Market, NYC Sweater: Maria Dora (I also like this one – lower priced options at end of post) | Skirt: Self-Portrait (similar high, medium, and low option here and here) | Belt: Chanel (similar here)| Shoes:Stuart Weitzman
As the temperature drops and the leaves change in NYC we’re constantly reminded that summer is over and my favorite season, fall, has begun. These first signs of fall not only signal the fast approaching ability to layer again, but it also marks the start of back to school. They say it all goes down in the DMs but in our household it all seems to go down in the fall. I moved to NYC in this transitional season, got married during this beautiful crispness, and now we’re moving…to a new apartment. This move has been a several month long process that included wallpapering, furnishing an apartment from scratch, and purging a decade’s worth of accumulated stuff. We happened to start this move the exact same week as NYU move-ins which severely delayed our Container Store order and made Zipvans a scarcity. This coincidence got me thinking about all the different types of people that live in one city, all at such different stages in their lives, and all looking to organize it with shelves, bins, and custom closets. The way our neighborhood has changed over the years is remarkable, there are at least ten new apartment buildings that have popped up and now with the arrival of Hudson Yards, rent continues to skyrocket; having gone up almost 50% since we first arrived. They say millennials spend the majority of their lives trying to figure out how other millennials afford their lives. But seriously, how are so many of these 20-somethings, that seem to arrive in droves, able to afford this city with its rapidly increasing cost of living?
Location: Lupe’s East L.A. Kitchen, NYC Dress: Old (Similar here and here) | Belt: Forever 21 (Similar here and here) | Sweater: Rachel Roy | Shoes:Sam Edelman (Color: Hot Pink Suede)
Ahh East Coast vs. West Coast, a rivalry that many tattooed tears have been shed over. I feel a bit torn between the two coasts and I’m going to paraphrase Dr. Dre here to explain why, “Cali is the state that raised me but New York is the city that pays me” (I took a lot of liberties on that quote). On the one hand I grew up in California, I love the sand, surf, sun, and… car. On the other, New York is where I started my “adult” life. I love the convenience, fashion, and arts in the Big A; especially the fact that you never need a reason to be dressed up. But above all else, I love Mexican food, which California has New York beat in spades, with one major exception: Lupe’s. Of course you’ll find some great fusion Mexican restaurants in NYC, but it’s that Cali street style that owns my heart. My dad is basically the original Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown. Dude knew about food trucks before food trucks knew about food trucks; basically a cheap eats visionary. So needless to say, when he puts on Fleetwood Mac and takes you to the back of an East Palo Alto bodega for lunch, you know you are in for some solid Mexican nosh. Maybe it’s because I grew up on this style of Mexican fare that I consider it to be the superior south of the border option, but to me Lupe’s is a little SoHo gem that settles my longing for the Golden State.
Location: Pietro Nolita, NYC Dress: Vintage (if you want to splurge try this one) | Coat: Zara (if I were to buy another pink coat it would be this one – currently on sale) | Shoes:Stuart Weitzman (patent leather – ‘Adobe Aniline’ color) | Lapel Pin:hook + ALBERT | Tennis Necklace:Amazon | Gold Necklace: Chanel (vintage)
Did you know there is a color called ‘Millennial Pink’? Well, apparently this is it…it’s hard to be 100% sure though, considering millennial pink is continuously morphing to encompass a variety of shades. Although I am technically a millennial, I’m from the small sliver that still remembers when LIT meant high, “beat face” was an insult, and AF stood for Abercrombie & Fitch. As the second oldest of five kids, three of whom are under the age of 23, I am constantly reminded that I am out of touch with the “hip lingo” (this would probably also explain why I am only now learning the term millennial pink). The day I got Instagram was a real riot in my household, similar to when your parents get Facebook, however, the day I use “on fleek,” not in jest, will be a dark day in history.
There was this brief moment of clarity when it was 15 degrees outside and I looked at Stephen and said, “who the F decides to start a fashion blog in the middle of a NYC winter.” I swear, every winter I decide I’m moving back to California. When people talk about the East Coast they always say, “but you have the seasons, I love the seasons,” well…if you mean it’s freezing all winter, ridiculously humid all summer, and nice for about three weeks every fall, then yes we have “seasons.” But alas, I drank the NYC Kool-Aid and despite the inconveniences, crowdedness, and astronomical cost of living I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Luckily, NYC winters bring with them unpredictability and brief patches of 50-60 degree weather. I think it’s sort of interesting how SoCal residents will bundle up during this type of weather, whereas New Yorkers practically throw on shorts and decide outdoor seating is an option again. This day at El Luchador was one of those days.