Thursday, August 12, 2010


A most amazing hat that I had to pragmatically resisted buying from the Frick Art Collection Gift Shop
I got some gorgeous floral silk jersey and an interesting wool knit, geometric-patterned fabric here. I can't wait to do something with them...
Heading out to 5th avenue to shop. Window shop, that is.
Comme des Garcons
This is how awful of a tourist I am, and how excited I get about clothes: did I take pictures of the Statue of Liberty? No. Did I even want to go there? No, my mother insisted. Did I take pictures in front of any of the theatres I went to? Or in Grand Central Station or Central Park? No, no, and furthermore, no. But obviously, I embarrassingly took photos of the mannequins in Sax Fifth Avenue and of all the wonderful things in Versace that I will never be able to afford. My sister almost killed me, and the bouncers at Sax tried to burn holes into me with their eyes as they whispered into their little head sets. WORTH IT.
At Sax. I couldn't figure out who this is by.
Vera Wang
I saw at least three tweed jumpers I loved at Sax, and I was formerly quite opposed to tweed for the under 45 set. I would wear this in a heartbeat.
At Versace. I literally almost peed in this store. Versace is one of my least five favorite designers and I actually touched some of the pieces. I realize, of course, that the price is for the name, but the quality and structural integrity of the garments took my breath away. My sister can testify.
Probably the best view in New York.

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