Ok, so now that we've all survived the super mega epic blizzard of the northeast, we can all go back to just going through the motions of winter. I have a few feelings about the cold season: I hate it. No, actually, I loathe it. I can't stand being cold, the very thought of shivering makes me uncomfortable and having to pile on thousands of uncute layers is enough to make me want to hibernate until the sun rays melt all the snow away.
That said, winter is a part of life, and has been for the entire lifetime I've spent on this earth (I'll spare you the specific amount of years) and it's inevitably -- and forcefully -- something that I've just learned to deal with as time went on. Hailing from the Great White North, you have to make do because winter is the longest and most painful season of all.
In New York City, winter is on the frigid side, but, all in all, pretty tolerable in comparison to my motherland. You can get away with wearing normal footwear, as opposed to big galoshes like I am in these photos. You can rotate your outerwear, ranging from moto bomber to fur coat to the occasional parka. The cold fronts never last too long and, more importantly, the snowflakes that fall from the sky once in a while never stay on the ground for very long.
These photos were from the holidays in Canada. But they very well could have been taken anywhere in the northeast post-Juno. And this is how I survive winters.
Details:
Parka - Woolrich
Jeans - Zara
Boots - Sorel
Sunglasses - Ray-Ban
Scarf - H&M
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