It finally feels like spring in New York City, during the day at least. Which can only mean one thing, the days in which I'm allowed to wear my boots..pants tucked into boots..are soon coming to an end. Here goes to the end of an era and the beginning of something new, no- seriously. My mind ponders with thoughts of new ideas and aesthetics. But that is what spring should be after all. A rebirth. Only I'm not ready to give up my grungy look and by grungy I mean long cardigans, layered sweaters, big scarves, boots, "le military chic" as I once referred to it. At least my "je ne sais quoi" sensibility will carry on beyond seasons. Perhaps I am being over analytical but thats the person I am, I overthink. And fashion has always meant something greater to me, it's about the person rather than seasons. Perhaps thats why I'm in love with Rad Hourani, for his clothes have such an approach. Until next fall.
ungarcondeplastique.
photo; rachelxscott on photobucket.
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