It’s been wet… so wet…
New York has turned on the weather… literally.
Thank goodness for the trench.
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When it’s not your town somehow it doesn’t matter so much… patience levels are much higher.
I’m not a fan of the rain, especially the kind of rain that soaks through to the bone, frizzes the hair and smudges the mascara… yet because I am excited to be in New York… I don’t mind… I’m enjoying the variations.
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Like the sounds.
The honking horns stuck in traffic… They are an orchestra.
One starts … I think of the first as the conductor… and then the rest chime in… it’s as if they are lead by a maestro. Different pitches, different distances… different vehicles.
An urban symphony.
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The colours…
Grey, washed out and muted… so much more moody than a blue sky day.
The skyscrapers cloaked in misty mystery… barely showing themselves.
Illusions of grandeur, playing peek-a-boo.
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The billboards…
Popping all over the city.
As the architecture is hidden in the storm, the advertising appears larger and more prominent… almost Gatsby-esque.
A clever side-effect… when I saw this Rag & Bone beauty wearing the Talia V Neck… I was sold.
Love the length, the retro feel… and perfect with the white jeans or a fuller skirt.
It won’t be raining every day… xv
