Sunday, October 6, 2013

Downtown Denim & Graffiti

There's grit as much as glamour when it comes to New York City.  In my heart, my neighborhood is the East Village.  Whenever I come to town, the same thoughts float through my mind.  When you're not there that often, the terrible things can even evoke a feeling of nostalgia.  The acrid smell of piss on the streets below mix in with the sweet smells of marijuana from the windows above.  There's a dirty sense of home about it all.
Dress:  Yumi Kim Jayne Dress, Jacket:  True Religion Denim Jacket,  Necklace:  J. Crew (old), Purse:  Rebecca Minkoff Eggshell Watersnake Clutch, Shoes:  J. Crew (old)
I raided my sister's closet, as she played stylist to my climate-limiting clothing.  October in the Northeast is sort of bipolar in regards to weather.  It's been about 3 months since I've been to New York City last.  It amazes me how fast the city can change while remaining the same.  Down in my sister's neighborhood are buildings covered in graffiti at every which way -- from Banksy (which at this very moment, I realize I completely forgot to photograph in a somewhat inebriated state) to paper collage installations.  

In the spirit of the first afternoon in a while where neither of us have any work to do, Isabel and I soaked up the neighborhood sights, doing a graffiti walk from Clinton St. over to Prince St.  Some sights of note had to be the walls on Clinton and Houston and at Houston and Bowery.  Scattered in between were small community parks, boutiques, coffee shops and book stores to give the hipster in you shivers.  We managed to snap some less fashion oriented photos along the way, with a spontaneous meeting with a New York Times best selling author.  Being the tease that I am, you'll have to read about it a little later this week when I post.

Until then, sound off below if your heart should so desire!