Because 22nd can still feel like your 16th

I went for Wednesday Adams mid-summer on the boardwalk with this TopShop number. Some of the petals did fall of the daisy patch back...he loves me...he loves me not. S had just returned from Colorado with a lovely little feather in her hair. Pumpkin cupcakes, gin and grapefruit--there are few things better than the glow from birthday wishes and bestie friend kisses. 
-M

Curious at the Tribeca Grand

Sometimes Sunday nights out prove far more interesting than usual. Perhaps our camera couldn't capture the true champagne giggles of this evening, but we were supporting our friend's new non-profit--a group to support young urban artists. Luckily, our choice of latex studded gloves and geometric jewelry were quite fitting for the philanthropic crowd. 
-S & M

little life trinkets

little moments, little dogs, a little bit of late summer. 

when autumn remembers spring

yesteryear

-S

Whites

I'll admit, I have a bit of an obsession with all white backgrounds speckled with off-whites 

and pale pinks. Above, my shabby chic bedside table I haggled over at the Brooklyn Flea, 

and French Connection dress.  The top photo demonstrates a dulled white palate that

conjures words like romantic and quiet, and then the dress conjures crisp and stark,

like a well-ironed white button-down.  Amazing how versatile whites can be.

-S

We each had a 4th floor walk-up in the East Village and a downtown duty to teeter precariously in heels. We've migrated across the East River, both 21 and 5 ft 3, to take in the fabrics, fads, and faces of our sartorial youth.