Trawling through my photo archives between bookworming means retrospective #FOMO, in the sense that bouncing off Owen‘s paperbagged walls is far more appealing than crying over spilt notes – but hey, we move on, and my flight out of this city is still in two weeks.
And suddenly, final exams aren’t so bad after all.
This particular night in New York City involved torrential rain and greater good times with a few of my favourite ladies, a Meatpacking store full of excellent threads and grand conversations on world domination and similar such trajectories. Perfectly aligned, it would seem, with Bec & Bridge’s conceptual direction with their ever-popular collections – now stocked in Owen, for starters, and subject to a fun project we shot around Manhattan, which I will surely be able to share over the next couple of months.
Peeled eyes, ladies.
You’re going to like it.
In the mean time, please enjoy a wide array of babes rocking B&B frocks to go.
Over and out.