There’s something so sweet and special about the first autumn breeze – the way the air is slightly chilly and makes the burnt orange leaves fall from the trees. The sensation one gets when it starts getting dark at 5pm and the sunset is just a faint glimmer in the distance is unique to autumn; it calls for turtlenecks, oversized scarves, hot chocolate by the fire, and warm jazz tunes. There’s nothing better than getting ready for the first cold day after a warm and busy summer and feeling that refreshing draft tickle your skin.
There are so many things that are delightful about Paris but one of my favorite is Montmartre. I’m not talking about the typical tourist square or the cathedral, what I love about this area are the cobblestone streets, the view over Paris, and the hidden historical details that many don’t know about. Personally, what makes something unique and special are the details because if one looks closely, one can see the subtle efforts put into the smaller things.
There’s something so amusing and liberating about wearing a maxi dress. It’s more conservative than a simple short dress, hardly showing any legs yet elongating the overall figure, making it look refined. They can be worn on any occasion, notably when formalized during a fancy event, but the most enjoyable moment to wear them would have to be during the day, completely dressed down. It adds vivacity and variation to everyday looks, especially those in which one thinks they have ‘nothing to wear’ – let’s face it, we’ve all been through that. So, why not wear a maxi dress?
Every season calls for a new trend, and it seems to me that with every season my style seems to change in one way or another. Lately, it’s been about the retro, 70s inspired pieces, which in my opinion, are the best. It’s all about showing some bare skin, the big flare, the puffy shits, and really just trying to live it up like the hippies used to.
A lot of the time, I feel like I’m not in New York City. It seems so strange to me to live in a city that’s surrounded by giant skyscrapers, especially whenever I go midtown or uptown. In those moments, I’m reminded of the monumentalism of Manhattan that pretty much sucks me in, slightly binding me, to this “concrete jungle” as they say.