NYC sure knows how to get down, maybe more than anywhere else. It doesn't really matter if it's 10 on a Tuesday or 4AM on a Thursday, there's always something to celebrate. No one sleeps, no one drives, everyone goes out and everyone dresses fly. I find myself in a vintage tee, leather shorts and a fur ready to hit the east village every night.
Fake tattoos, fur, street stickers, organic smokes and curb chilling. After getting home at 4AM (which is relatively early) I can't wait to get into my wildfox jumper and eat chocolate chip cookies while watching scooby doo.
There's always a balance ; )