I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.
I’m a little late this month. I know, I’m sorry. My eyes are literally burning. My elbows hurt from spending more time at the computer than not between the xoNecole launch, my Levo pieces and the day job.
I love it.
But I hate that I perform my best under stress and pressure. I hate that I need a million things to feel focused enough to excel at the three I want to do the most.
How will I ever be a healthy functioning grown *ss woman if I have to constantly have my hand in so many things?
I’m not good at sitting down.
Or being still.
I make fun of my mother all the time for being the same way. She’s always moving. Always fixing something, it’s always something with that lady.
I think I come across more serious and a little older (or my actual age I should say), when I wear pants.
One of my most treasured possessions is a book I bought at Shakespeare and Co on my first trip to Paris.
Alicia Drake’s Beautiful Fall: Lagerfeld, Saint Laurent, and Glorious Excess in 1970s Paris follows the rise of two men who would change fashion forever—Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent—through delicious snippets of gossip, bringing fashion history to life.
I’d hate to come in and start dumping my mess on you from the gate.