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?
Personally, I love a patriotic palette and have this weird pull towards clothing items that sport the spirited American Flag. When we go shopping Stephen will mockingly point out every star-spangled piece of apparel he sees. This is a common trait of female shopping buddies, when a mutual friend is missing you’ll pick up items that they always wear with an added, “if Karen were here she would totally buy this.” My love of red, white, and blue doesn’t stop at clothing; I can also appreciate a little flag flare when it’s tastefully done in interior design, another passion of mine. When I was a Girl Scout, you could create your own merit badge – I chose interior design and leveraged my bedroom overhaul as the test space for the badge requirements, very Troop Beverly Hills of me if I do say so myself. My parents would have described my younger self as “precocious,” but when you live in a one TV household and HGTV is on 24/7, you pick up a few tricks of the trade and an affection for mood boards, accent walls, and house flipping. Needless to say, when you combine my loyalty to Team USA and my penchant for a statement wall, I was immediately drawn to Brooklyn’s Shelter Pizza and this corrugated metal flag adorning their rustic facade.
Location: Fort Tilden, The Rockaways – NY Dress (old): Self-Portrait (similar here, I also love this one) | Shirt:Thomas Pink | Dinner Jacket (old): J.Crew (I also like this one from J.Crew) | Grosgrain Bowtie:Saks Fifth Avenue Collection | Smoke Bombs: Enola Gaye(Red Color)
A while back I had the flu and decided I was going to binge watch the entire first season of Scream Queens (I know late to the game on this one). That is where I first laid eyes on the Self-Portrait ‘Frilled Column Dress’ and decided to make her mine. Since I am not an early adopter when it comes to television, the dress was no longer available in US stores AND I missed it going on sale on ShopBop. Luckily, like Jason Mraz, I wouldn’t give up on “us” and became hell bent on tracking down this dress in my size. Something to know about me is that I will go to great lengths to track something down; I once learned how to say “can you put these earrings on hold” and memorized a style number in Italian, via google translate, in an attempt to purchase a pair of earrings only located in a Chanel boutique by my brother’s study abroad housing (they wouldn’t ship to New York so this was my only option). I realize a lot of people would consider this behavior to be manic, or superficial at best, but I am a collector akin to a comic book or art aficionado, and one does not pass up the perfect collection rounding piece.