The face of eternal skepticism.
I'm one of the most skeptical people in the world; the kind of person who always thinks something is too good to be true, and then it is, AND THEN I'M RIGHT. Which is why as much as I wanted to enjoy the freakishly warm weather we had earlier this year (I did actually enjoy it, don't be confused; I enjoyed it immensely), it was hard to live in that glory and experience it to it's ultimate capacity, because obviously when it's sixty degrees during the month of December in New York, that's a pretty clear indication earth is dying. Not to mention how it was followed up with extreme cold out of nowhere. So taking this very serious concern and manipulating it into something frivolous that would be suitable for this blog, I captured what dressing for the weather has now become—a hodgepodge of fuckery and shit-show-ness: A three-quarter sleeve sweater to keep the torso warm (but not too warm), flowy culottes to keep things breezy, and hiking boots because who the hell knows that you're going to be walking through.
J. Crew sweater.
Rugby Ralph Lauren belt.
Cole Haan boots.
Kate Spade earrings.