criss-crossing over Manhattan.

Shakuhachi sweater dress, Pretty Polly suspender-print tights, Mulberry Alexa bag, DKNY sneaker heels, Elizabeth and James knuckle ring

It feels like it's been a long time since I was in New York, flitting my way down from Midtown to Greenwich Village in one of my favourite dresses - a Shakuhachi genius of a sweatshirt garment. Its deconstructed look comes together literally with the copious quantity of criss-cross lacing all over which I don't need to ever bother myself with, and results in a very edgy sportswear look that can take me from a morning walk to Bryant Park (where the most charming flower arrangement was tucked against the feet of the Benito Juarez statue), to an enormous slice of pizza at the corner of Bleecker (which has to be my favourite street in New York) and a drink at some random bar downtown.

I do miss Neha and Neeraj as my erstwhile fellow city adventurers, who were nonetheless happy enough to entertain my shopping and food whims (spending a grand amount of time in the Greenwich UO acquiring a gorgeous pink tribal Ecote romper, and some other finds; also, a very late night trip to Magnolia Bakery for super sweet vanilla cupcakes...).

Something about the structured lines of Manhattan filled with discordant crowds of people from everywhere really appeals to the paradoxical tendencies in me.

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