New York’s finally being her summery bitch of a self, by which I mean it’s horribly humid and disgusting and the subway stinks and there’s a torrential downpour every afternoon and I wake up 3 times during the night entangled in clingy sheets damp with sweat and humidity, which does have its own masochistic Gotham sort of charm, but I start fantasizing about scarves and blazers and knit hats and cinnamon flavoured things and the Hudson Valley in autumn, and then I see the Steven Alan fall lookbook online and all I can think is red tights, laceup boots, red tights, laceup boots, want, need, want,  need, want. Goddamnit.  [via Refinery29]

New York’s finally being her summery bitch of a self, by which I mean it’s horribly humid and disgusting and the subway stinks and there’s a torrential downpour every afternoon and I wake up 3 times during the night entangled in clingy sheets damp with sweat and humidity, which does have its own masochistic Gotham sort of charm, but I start fantasizing about scarves and blazers and knit hats and cinnamon flavoured things and the Hudson Valley in autumn, and then I see the Steven Alan fall lookbook online and all I can think is red tights, laceup boots, red tights, laceup boots, want, need, want,  need, want. Goddamnit.  [via Refinery29]

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