What I clomped around the city in for Colin’s Trek that took us from Brooklyn to Battery Park to Soho to Chelsea to East Harlem and back again. It finally became chilly enough in the city for tights, and I grabbed this weird wrap thing instead of my leather jacket before we left the hotel (ooh and we were able to make reservations for the last few days at Nu Hotel in Brooklyn, which I highly highly recommend, I mean come on some of the rooms have hammocks in them). I bought it in the old woman section of Marshalls right before we left as a kind of pseudo-blanket for the plane but I’ve found it to be addictively cozy. Definitely the closest thing to a poncho I’ve ever owned. I’m pretty sure I’m not wearing it right in that last photo…the long ends become hard to manage after a few drinks.
Dress, American Apparel. Tights, Forever 21 from last winter. Wedges, Chloe. Backpack, vintage Chanel.
Today was..depressing. Watching 3 straight hours of The Tudors, nachos, snuggling with the kittens (oh Kumo isn’t possessed..he’s just Persian), and listening to complaint rock somehow only made me feel 1% better. Ugh.
So it’s as good a time as any to post these trashy-in-black wasteland photos my boyfriend took earlier this week. The American Apparel lamé dress is everything I wanted it to be, I’m going to try it belted and it looks ferosh as a skirt too. Actually worn like that it looks just like that Topshop faux-leather flare skirt that was such a big fuss a few months ago. I’m too lazy to write the items directly on the photos, but most everything is vintage except the American Apparel dress and bodysuit. Well and Chloe shoes. And Forever 21 headband. K. Pizza box. Delirious.