sweet home nyc

by Rachel Lynch in


My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. Oh wait... I don't have a yard. I have a fire-escape, from which I smoke and observe the madness in the residents of the east-side, the 3AM police-busts and upper class yankees. I used to lounge on my kitchen counter, but I don't have one of those anymore. I'm forced to make-do with my Manhattan-sized apartment, And I'm okay with that.

I'm learning the ropes, reading the New York Times and trusting no one. Too many people are just out to make a buck and use you. Although I'm constantly beaming with mid-western charm, I've learned to cool it and not smile at every idiot on the street. I've memorized a fair portion of the subway, but have yet to make it to queens. This week is Pro NY, a surfing competition on Long Beach. I was planning on attending but quickly realized it would only make me miss California. America has so much to offer; And even though we live on the east coast, we're still running around in cowboy boots with packed pistols.

The black vintage fur jacket is from Mr Mister Vintage. I had the pleasure of meeting the lovely lady behind it all while on a shoot in Los Angeles. You can check out here online store, here. She'll have a lot of new items for fall!