Just a Walk in the Park.

Here I am, back again, just as promised, to tell you all about my day.

Today was a big day. Because today I woke up and said, “I’m going to write.” See, ever since I finished my critically-acclaimed (by my parents) creative writing senior thesis, I’ve pretty much been telling people I’m a writer. Why, just last night, I met some Germans at a bar who worked in advertising, and when they asked for my email to talk about doing some freelance work, I wrote under my address, “Writer with Boobs.”

“Um, is that really how you brand yourself?” one asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “It fucking is.”

But I digress. So like today was a hard day’s work of penning perhaps this decade’s most significant street style story, and then writing a few pages of my memoir, On the Rag: One Gal’s Journey of Painting the Town Red. And afterwards, I put on my fancies and the roommate and I went for a walk in the park.

Awwwww, look at me. Dress vintage by Comme des Garçons. Shoes by Candela. Bag by Chloe. Bracelet by Hermes. Necklace by David Yurman. Body by french fries.

Then I sat for a sec.

Sunglasses by Thierry Lasry. I don’t read like, books, but if I did, I’d read Lipstick Traces. You can just pick out phrases and be brilliant at cocktail parties. “Oh, so weird you should mention that your veterinarian is Romanian,” you could say, “because I was just studying the work of mid-20th century thinker Isidore Isou, who is also Romanian. It sounds like your last experience taking little Fluffy to the doctor was surreal—which is funny, because I would argue that Isou is the father of the surrealist movement.”

After that, I showed up for a meet ‘n greet/receipt signing. Everyone wasn’t there.

Then I thought, to honor my WASP upbringing, I should do a little community service.

Big watch is vintage via Mommy. Little watch is Marc by Marc by Marc by Marc by Marc Jacobs, which is his newest, most low-priced line, designed by a small coterie of rats who are all taking night classes at FIT.

And then I headed back home, but not before pausing for a little reflection that would highlight my rad Tarina Tarantino skull earrings.