Last week, I went to a magazine party at this lounge that - to my delight - was just a few blocks away from my new apartment. Dressed in an over-sized man-shirt, cinched at the waist with a black belt over some pencil jeans and patent leather peep-toe stilettos, I gave myself a once over in the mirror. Not bad. I spritzed on my signature scent and headed out so I could make it within that "fashionably late" gap.
Now I usually don't waste people's time to describe my outfit in a blog, but let's just say that I haven't really been orchestrating my ensembles lately - just throwing things on - and it felt nice to actually look nice. It's that time of the year in New York where it's supposed to be getting warm, but it's not and frankly, I'm really desperate for spring. Spring weather, spring clothes, spring fever...basically anything I can get.