Last week, before this dip in weather occurred, my man and I took a half day off for his birthday and played tourist. I can't stress how fun it is to explore your own city, especially when said city is the Big Apple. It's so easy, and might I say normal, to just get caught up in routines, work and every day life, that we often fully omit taking advantage of what our lieu of residence has to offer. It was the same thing when I lived in Montreal and Paris: I missed out on a lot of these formidable cities' cultural offerings, because once I became a dweller, I took things for granted, as people do.
The very reason for why most tourists flock to metropolitan destinations is often ignored by its population. And that's very sad because big cities encompass so many riches that their denizens could greatly benefit from discovering. While I had many a missed opportunity in my hometown of Montreal, I try to make it a point to not fall into the same pattern here in New York. I've been here for a few years now and I never tire of exploring it, of attending new exhibitions, going to the theatre, shows, restaurants, open mic nights, etc, etc.
So, good on me for actually finding someone to share my life with who actually enjoys doing (most of) these activities. New York City also happens to be an intrinsic part of our love story and it was only fitting that we had a romantic day atop the Rock (that's the summit of Rockefeller Center, for those who are unfamiliar), among other things. And since it was a celebratory day, my trusty vintage sequined vest was out in full force.
Details:
Vest - Vintage (similar)
Blouse - Ann Taylor (similar)
Jeans - Nasty Gal
Boots - Alexander Wang
Coat - J.Crew
Bag - Bottega Veneta
