

The end of summer transitioning into fall always feels like a mad rush to wear skirts and dresses sans tights, all of your fave booties, and anything in remotely fall colors but in fabrics too flimsy for the chill of impending winter. Particularly true on the East Coast. In Los Angeles, this would be my winter wear, or rather year-round wear.
One of my favorite things about NYC is wandering aimlessly. The streets are all on a grid, so it's near impossible to get lost. I try to take a different route each time to the same places. Taking in new architecture, street art, shops and cafes I hadn't known existed. Every block is packed to the brim with something new to discover. I remember when I first stumbled upon this park on Elizabeth Street. It was a magical space to happen upon. Green and lush, filled with time-worn statues and concrete. A small respite from towering skyscrapers and the hustle and bustle of the city. This is where you catch your breath.
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