The fact that New York has stood the test of time as one of the world’s most epicentric cities is fascinating to me, as it is to any other twenty-something year old who Instagrams the Empire State Building, announcing their move to the big city, followed by a ridiculous number of heart-eye emojis.
The only time you’ll see me in just a dress and heels is if:
(a) it’s too damn hot to deal with anything else, in which case the heels probably wouldn’t even be there)
(b) I’ve lost the plot (indeed, I’m currently wearing a rather generous maxi situation in my frantic cramming for Tuesday morning’s exam) OR
(c) I’m doing filming work and nothing else looks good on camera.
There aren’t many things that give me quite as much simultaneous joy and heartbreak as stumbling on memory cards of holiday images that escaped me as soon as the real life hit back with assignments and exams.