Between high fashion shops in SoHo, laid back rooftops in Tribeca with picturesque views of the city, to Andy Warhol’s iconic exhibitions in the West Village, it’s literally impossible to grow tiresome.
Give me the night, and I'll leave all behind, except myself. Often the only moment we truly dedicate to ourselves, our evenings hold within them a promise for self indulgence —and of course, a time for those prodigious self reflections to immerse us without fail. For me, it also evokes
While searching for a new destination to travel to,I mentally listed our continents of mother earth. After accepting that I wasn’t too sure if I knew them by heart I bought a regular globe and started counting. So far so good. Where have I been, what do I want to
It’s not like I have actually figured out. But watching the Parisienne is close to reading a novel. Women in Paris.. how they stroll along the streets of Paris in their flats, their hair waving in a gentle breeze right over their collarbones. Against my expectation, none of them carried