bathroom selfie at Dear Bushwick
Irony Lady cocktail paired with an incredible dinner of smoked eggs, roasted carrots, & shaved crimini mushroom/artichoke salad
French (Mom) Dressing
cropped jacket, striped shirt, high waisted jeans, top knot, & pistol boots
did a little gallery hop this morning; Judd and Flavin at DZ 20th Street compound. Minimalists forever have my heart.
missing my helpful friend with small hands
And so it begins, the beginnings of the blizzard
subtle dressing on a monday afternoon; ladies that lunch in fur & red
this week has been devoted to taking care of this ‘lil Stella
(bottom photo caption: “draw me like one of your french girls”)
my secret santa killed it with my Happy Socks gift
Saturday night at No Name with the 5 Leaves crew.
The next day hurts, but it’s always worth it for the shirtless dancing, the (totally unnecessary) shots, the Buds, the cheese doodles, and the absurd pics with our neighborhood friends.
my favorite street in the neighborhood, Guernsey