Someone pour me a Cosmo because I had my first Carrie Bradshaw moment in New York this week.
The hippest of hippie hipsters descended upon What Goes Around Comes Around's East Village pop up shop last Thursday night, and I did too, albeit, smiling and wearing colour. It was like being a polka dotted unicorn in a herd of vodka-fueled all-black stallions, and to make matters worse for myself, many-a Sex and the City reference was made.
My roommate/possibly my common law partner Marlisse (you know, politics, fashion, and Democratic bedmates) and her eagle eyes spotted a perfect pair of classic black Manolo Blahnik pumps, in my size, and marked down at a price fit for a student/eventual journalist. And after trying them on like
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