I bought a Michael Kors one-piece swimsuit the other day and decided to try it out in the club rather than the pool. The ladybirds and I went to the launch party for the newest Goldspun No. 7 line.
Summer has become a series of deep dark secrets, impromptu dance lessons, and freelance dream chasing. Sunbathing on rooftops in Chelsea/watching the sunrise on rooftops in Williamsburg, mulling over the paradox of obnoxious silence. I’ve decided to study new languages and finish all the books I’ve left unfinished. Etc, etc, etc.
Random mood board I put together for mid-summer:
Onward and upward (with cocktails that don’t stain light-wash jeans).