Fashion Week Brooklyn

By far, one of the best things about New York is the people watching. Waiting on a subway platform not too long ago, I developed a little crush on a girl next to me. She wore round toe pink flats, a vintage circle skirt with the intials of its first owner, long since gone, embroidered in a langourous scrawl, and a coat with pretty three-quarter length sleeves. Her hair was tied in a tight, high bun, and she wore a ribbon headband. The kicker, and the reason she's been the heroine of my daydreams of late, was the 60's paperback edition of Wuthering Heights she pulled out of her tapestry bag. She was a doll.

And so in honor of fashion week and the unique Brooklyn style we love so much, Sebastian and I took to the streets. We serendipitously ran into a woman who designs her own line of clothing. We were also reminded of the trusty chain standbys and why vintage items still steal my beating heart. And, suprisingly, we learned that men in skull caps are hot. I like to think people really got a spring in their step when we singled them out and cooed over their outfits. Because really, isn't what Mom said true: When you look good, you feel good.