An Apology Post Because My Internet is an Asshole

The internet in my apartment is temporarily unavailable. I wish I knew why, but I don't. I haven't even had a chance to peep my morning papers since Sunday. What I do know is that I feel like a more pathetic version of Carrie Bradshaw in the current moment because I'm sitting at a Starbucks squinting my eyes and making unusual facial gestures. The more pathetic part kicks in because a. there is no voice of God that sounds an awful lot like me speaking over me to you, readers, and because b. I live with my parents.

In any case though, hello. While I'm delivering this public service announcement, I should also lend a hearty thank you to all prospective co-workers who have applied! You're the bees knees! And some of you are really weird! Which is fantastic! Unfortunately though, the position has been filled. By a whole lot o'crazy.

So now, in more irrelvant news:

photos by Naomi Shon

Because I have no photos that are ready for your eyeballs quote yet, here on the left is a photo from Glamour's August issue. Clicky, clicky to hear to see the full feature. I'm wearing a Kain blouse, Chanel jacket and Proenza Schouler booties. And to the right is what I will call: wishful thinking. The leather jacket is Valentino RED, the blouse is Pencey and the shoes are Alexander Wang. I stole both pieces of outerwear from my hip mom. Do you remember a Manhattan time when that outfit was climate-appropriate? Because I don't. Unless we're digging into the archives and commemorating the spring of '93. I won't lie though, yesterday's rain reminded me that I'd pick exhaustive heat over wet, cold weather any day of the week.

Stay tuned for some news on prosciutto inspired clothing. Until then, tootles.