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.
Sorry I’m behind, the last few days have been crazier than I could have imagined. Saturday brought with it rain that was pretty much torrential, but who really cares, it was the day of the Alexander Wang show that, thanks to Erin, my boyfriend and I were able to attend. Right when we arrived, I was snapped by Scott Schuman, whose work was miraculously unaffected by the weather conditions. It felt pretty surreal walking in and seeing all the beautiful people in action.
Obviously, Alex’s shows are always jaw-droppingly fresh, but this was taken to a whole new level. I would die for every last piece, and the shoes that we were all so excited to see previews of looked ridiculously good stomping down the runway. Suddenly needing: oversized sleeveless hoodie, sleekly slouchy sweatpants, mesh everything, muted pastels, demolished sweaters, and..more crop tops.
I promise to post more of Erin’s preview soon, there are so many amazing shots from that night that it’s hard to narrow them down, I just wanted to attempt to be at least sort of up to date.
Mark Hunter’s snap of me –
Oh and my clothes – vintage jacket and dress, Chloe shoes, and a friggin vintage Chanel backpack that my boyfriend got for me as an uhhh early birthday present at Resurrection. I fully blame this on Tucson John (the lovely posing with me, Erin, and Noot in my previous post), who we ran into on Friday in Soho after he had just come from there and pointed us in the right direction. THANK YOU TUCSON.
All photographs were taken by my boyfriend Colin, who apologizes for the first couple of blurry photos but man the rain complicates things.