New York was fabulous. Rainy, but fabulous. Enjoyed browsing at some vintage shops, but did not fall in love with anything enough to pay prices that were shockingly high to this midwesterner. Loved the abundance of sexy-messy hair and oxfords, and laughing to myself that the line at the Whitney was so much more stylish than the line outside of Abercrombie.
And just clarify, I was not in the line at Abercombie, just happened to pass by on my way to a rainy walk in Central Park.
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