Wandering Wooster, The Sequel
But do you remember the prequel? Last Spring I moseyed around Soho clad in Tibi’s spring collection while I repelled passersby and their puppies as they walked by the Wooster Street store. Well, it’s almost fall (cries), I’m back again (laughs) and it is bigger, better, warmer and I have a tan. It’s actually not bigger though. I mean the photo resolutions are pretty much the same and the strategy hasn’t changed much either. I’ll tell you this though, flash mob. You’ll understand a few slides from now.
It’s also the proper debut of my new haircut. And when I say my, I mean that literally. I cut my own hair last week. Sorry, Eli. Sorry, Sloane. Sorry, mom. It was a spur of the moment thing because I wanted to look like Alexa Chung shit was getting stringy though I do have to admit I am wildly excited to add hairdresser onto the roster of things I do. Fits perfectly just between bow-hunting and computer hacking. But now, the clothes.