When you live in Brooklyn, there's kind of an unwritten rule/unspoken understanding among us outer-borough dwellers that going into Manhattan (or "the city", as we say) on weekends is pretty much off the table in any way, shape or form. The general consensus is that it's really annoying. Unless you have a brunch, an appointment or are just into
Behold! I broke the don't ask don't tell commandment that unifies the denizens of Brooklyn. And I liked it.
It was one of those great leisurely Sundays where my hubby and I met some friends for food, walked around some of our most beloved NYC streets and stopped into a few of our favorite stores for a little shopping. Random days like that just remind you that sometimes, you really ought to break the rules more often, no matter how unofficial they are.
Details:
BB Dakota coat
Céline bag
Vintage fur
Free People boots
Ray-Ban sunnies
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