The thing about New York is that the second you step foot into a different neighborhood, you feel as though you've just traveled 10 hours to another world. Every single area has its distinctive identity, and its own entirely unique vibe.
I always joke about how I feel out of place when I hang out on the Upper East Side - which doesn't happen very often, let it be clear - because I am such a no fuss Brooklyn girl. Nothing about me is fancy and strolling down Fifth Avenue, crossing hoards of humans who undoubtedly belong to long lines of thoroughbred family pedigree, it's impossible not to feel the divide.
But, I will say, I kind of love it. It sort of lets me unabashedly and shamelessly give right into my voyeuristic tendencies. I am endlessly fascinated by how people live, especially the very rich. And on an evening this summer, we mixed and mingled among them, as we stepped foot onto their turf and ogled like spectators at a zoo exhibit. But in true Brooklyn style, we made our big arrival via - what else? - the good ol' faithful subway.
Jacket - Helmut Lang
Pants - Tibi
Shirt - YSL (menswear)
Boots - Stuart Weitzman
Bag - Bottega Veneta
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