Bond St. between Soho and East Village is one of my favorite little nooks in New York City. It's a porthole between the East Village and into Soho. That passageway from the hipster east to the more downtown chic west. The modern apartment buildings belonging to some of the city's millionaires are immaculate; the foils of the cobblestones and rusty iron cask buildings elicit a tint of nostalgia but the unfamiliar kind. The sun illuminates the whole street during afternoons, and I love feeling the warmth while reading a book in a quaint coffee shop. I thank my weird idiosyncrasies for allowing me to enjoy the little, fine things in life. Don't mistaken this resting bitch face for nonchalance.
Anywayssss... I'm a rabid online shopper, because who has time to line up any more. I've never been a huge fan of Urban Outfitters --their fabrics looked like shit you could find at GoodWill in the 80s. But this fall, their men's and women's selections aren't half bad --there's actually quality pieces compared to yesteryear's collection of polyester and acrylic. I don't just say that because we share a first name. Sure, they stir the pot with weird ass products (circa the 'Depression' and 'Eat Less' tees), but I'm a converted fan. This holey shirt (holy shit, get it... ) has a grungy feel, but with a girly drape. I could already hear my mom's genuine curiosity - 'Why would you pay for ripped clothes, and look like a bum?" Because Fashion, Mom.... because Fashion.
Top: Silence + Noise / Pants: All Saints / Hat: Rag & Bone / Shoes: Alexander Wang / Shades: Ray Ban
Photos by Michael Ha
