NEW YORK, outfits / Tuesday / June 25th, 2013
So much to see and do in Times Square I couldn’t focus much on being fantastic for a photograph. It’s paradise for someone with ADD. Leonor and I made sure we forced our way in front of the street cam so that we ended up on a huge billboard because, you know, YOLO. We really wanted to find a karaoke bar to sing boy band songs but sadly they were closed on this night. Also it probably would have been a terrible idea as we were in the heart of Broadway and America where people are born singers, and we are, well, South African and Portuguese die-hard Backstreet Boys fans (ie: should probably stick to being groupies).
Following our time in NY we jetted off to Athens for a few days. She’s obsessed with history and I have a deep love for Greek amphitheatres, the Parthenon and Hellinistic sculpture. I went into full on Tourist Mode with backpack, shorts, sneakers and lots of sunblock. The weather was initially a dream and then post-Parthenon it turned into a ridiculous thunderstorm which we were told would continue for days. Disappointed, we packed up and came back to our sandpit home a day early. So many photo ops, far too few pictures.
I think I’m kind of cursed with Europe this Summer, no matter where I go the rain follows me while everyone else is being blessed with dreamy clear skies in their trips. My next post? Stormy Stockholm!
NuEra NY flat peak, necklace from Khan Market (New Delhi), Young & Lazy crop tee, Topshop dress, Isabel Marant sneakers, Country Road bag
NEW YORK, outfits / Thursday / June 20th, 2013
Upper East Side
It’s been a while since I’ve played “I-Am-A-Local” dress up game in an overly done way in a city. I don’t actually remember the last time, and where better to pretend than the hometown of Broadway itself. While convinced I was Serena van der Woodsen from Gossip Girl, Leonor took these pictures of me while we were in Fifth Avenue and Central Park.
I got this fantastic jumpsuit at the Night Market in Bangkok the previous week, with thumbs up from some beautiful lady boys and for only 400 baht (click here to become a pro at bargaining in Thai), I knew it was a sure winner. I love how it’s so chic yet so Gwen Stefani/rockstar. You can’t see the slanted pockets just below the hip, but they add a relaxed tailored touch, so I can definitely see myself wearing them with some flats too.
I bought the sandals at Times Square’s Forever 21 the previous night, and I am completely lashed. They are so comfortable it’s unreal. And on the topic of heels let me just mention an epiphany I had while comparing NYC’s sidewalk (not “pavement”, because I’m a fancy expat now) to Cape Town’s. Have you ever tried to be really fabulous in Cape Town in the day, wearing your best heels on the streets and thinking you’re Carrie Bradshaw but your ankles buckle at the gradient? Sidewalks are built like that so the rain can run into the street’s drains. Two thumbs up for effective design, but two knees down as you may struggle to balance. So why in the movies are all the women gracefully trotting for blocks without breaking a sweat or clenching their core? Because New York’s pavements (fine, I’ll say “pavement”) are much wider than the average pavement in Cape Town, so commuters barely feel the gradient. My dream.
On another day in NYC, I took the Marants again for a walk, obviously, because on that particular day I wasn’t an Upper East Sider but rather somewhat swaggy hoodrat. But you’ll have to wait till Monday for that one.
Prada Baroques at Sunglass Hut, houndstooth jumpsuit from Bangkok’s Night Market, leather waistcoat from a boutique in Bangkok, Woolworths short cardi, Forever 21 shoes, Forever 21 rings, Country Road bag.
NEW YORK, TRAVEL / Wednesday / June 19th, 2013
YOU KNOW YOU’RE IN NEW YORK WHEN…
“Concrete jungle where dreams are made of”.
I could finally see it, feel it, all of it, what everyone ever meant and spoke about. Why they loved it. How it made life seem to be filled with possibility. New York was never my number one, but I was starstruck by every bit of its presence. I usually have moments in each city I visit, moments that leave you taken aback for a good hour or so, for example entering Rome’s Basilica for the first time or seeing the Parthenon nestled in the mountain in Athens. For the first time a city’s mere existence just maintained this feeling from when I got out at Penn Station until I left. I don’t know what it is about New York City that is so enigmatic, so romantic. And it begs you to stay, enticing you with all its charms with every corner you take, pleading you to open your eyes and see all the opportunity it holds. (more…)