Recently I spent a fun afternoon feeling out of place on fifth avenue with my dear friend Jill. Nothing will make you feel inadequate quite like window shopping at Bergdorf Goodman, where even an iced coffee seems out of your price range. As a volume fashion designer being around unattainable luxury is par for the course and something that I've actually grown very accustomed to. But as a cheerfully self indulgent only child, the concept of "you can't actually have this even though you want it more then anyone else, allegedly" leaves me feeling rather bummed out. To celebrate my lack of personal shopping budget this month* I decided to outfit myself in dreary shades of grey, as if mourning my inability to add primary color to my wardrobe. Eventually I will hit the stores to fill the void in my life of this season's hottest trend of colored denim and solid brights, however on this particular shopping excursion I took nothing but photographs and left nothing but fingerprints (on the windows of Bergdorf's).
* I actually shouldn't complain about this because the recent loss of petty cash is a direct result of purchasing Madonna tickets, which has been a life long dream of mine. The silver lining in this case is chest popping to a semi-live rendition of Vogue at Yankee Stadium with some of my best friends. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Club Monaco plaid blazer, H&M black vest, Marc by Marc Jacobs waffle knit henley, Calvin Klein Jeans grey straight leg jeans, Alexis Bittar talon necklace, H&M classic slouchy hat, Ted Baker shoes