You saw what I packed, and you saw what my friend wore all weekend, so now it’s time to see New York! Unfortunately, I don’t have great photos of every outfit that I wore, so you’ll just have to trust me that I looked cute most of the time. I’ve randomly seen a lot of articles lately about how fashion bloggers’ boyfriends are the ones who end up taking all of their photos, but what’s a single girl to do? Looks like it’s time to invest in a Match.com profile….or maybe just a tripod. Anyway, here’s New York!
After a grueling bus ride, we arrived in New York on Wednesday evening just in time to drop our stuff off at the apartment and dash off to the Imperial Theatre on 45th to see Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812. I thought it was very cool to see a show that was still in previews. Maybe that’s rural of me, but it just seemed like a cool thing to say. The show was great, Josh Groban was excellent, and the lighting design was a DREAM. Honestly, I’ve thought about this lighting every day since we saw the show. Those of you who read my Valentino post know that I have a thing about the stars, so I’m sure you can imagine why I loved the lighting.
Thursday was a day at the Met. After we ate bagels, we all headed over there and waited in line in the rain for a while. The costume institute was closed, so I spent most of my time with the Impressionists. I was sweating it out in my red Hunter boots and cream mock neck sweater. It was the perfect outfit for the weather outside, but the temperature in the Met was a little more tropical.
After the Met came pizza (not pictured), and after pizza came Pryor-Johnson Rare Books, where I lusted after this Mario Testino book for longer than was proper considering I couldn’t afford to buy it. That little green scrap is a piece of the Versace dress that Madonna wore to the premiere of Evita in 1996. The blue envelope contained an actual letter from Catherine Deneuve to Yves Saint Laurent from 1994. I have no idea what the letter said because I can’t read French, but I coveted it nonetheless.
Friday was a day for Lower Manhattan. We started out at Trinity Church to visit the Hamilton family, stopped by the 9/11 memorial fountains, and then headed over to One World Trade Center hoping to run into Anna Wintour or Grace Coddington. For whatever reason, neither of them were hanging around waiting to meet us, so we took some extremely windswept photos, got some Halal Guys, and headed over to Central Park to eat and visit the Strawberry Fields memorial.
By Saturday we were exhausted, but we still made the pilgrimage to Bergdorf’s, and it did not disappoint. It was honestly like being in the Holy Cathedral of Fashion. I snuck some photos of the Dolce & Gabbana and the Valentino rooms, of course. There was a moment when we were looking at the D&G collection where my friend said, “I can’t tell if this is blissful or agonizing for you.” I still don’t know which one it was, but I loved it either way.
Finally, on Saturday night, we saw Book of Mormon at the Eugene O’Neill theatre on 49th. I know I’m late to this party, but did you guys know how funny BoM is?? I laughed embarrassingly loud throughout the whole show. It was a great way to end the weekend, and we had amazing seats (thanks to my friend who got the tickets for my birthday!) I wore the black mock neck dress that I packed, but I didn’t get any photos, so you’ll just have to believe me. After the show, we stalked the Hamilton and Great Comet stage doors for a while, got some more Halal Guys, and headed home.
That was our bagel-filled weekend in New York! There was also a lot of binge-watching Downton Abbey that’s not pictured here, but I think you get the gist. I’m heading to Dallas next weekend for a conference, and I promise I’ll have better outfit photos when I come home. I figured you guys would forgive me this time around.
My next post will probably be up on Saturday instead of Friday this week; I’m going to try to go through my closet and consign some stuff this weekend, so I’ll give you guys an update on how that goes!