Hey People!
Fall begins the same way each year—with a breeze. It comes from the Hudson, whipping through the financial district where it pauses to blow off a trilby or pull off one of our father's Burberry mufflers. It then races through Greenwich Village upending unattended coffees and riffling pages in open books of cutely brooding boys camped out on sidewalk café tables regardless of the cold. It breezes down Fifth Avenue by flocks of ladies who lunch in their brand new Chanel tweed jackets, and over Central Park, catching leaves in our boyfriend's hair and sweaters and making their cheeks irresistibly rosy.
It is surprising how much the beginning of Fall can change things. Fall is a time for wearing grey cashmere knee socks with brand new Manolos, sharing mulled cider in Central Park with a special someone as the sun dips behind the Plaza, and debating about costumes for the annual Halloween Costume parties that dot the social calendar.
Of course, it is also time for the long process of filling out college applications to commence. We all come from families where application to only Ivy Leagues is a given and not getting in to any of them is not an option. But, that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be able to party as much as we want to and make our mark on our schools. We've got the best blood on the East coast. We've always had our cake and eaten it to, why not now?
I do know a few people who aren't going to let the pressure get to them…
Sightings
B at Barneys with several interesting things from the lingerie section… N is getting a surprise in the near future. S leaving a loft in SoHo with the recent darling of the underground art scene… is there going to be another piece of scandalous art coming soon? D and J at a used bookstore in Greenwich Village looking at Kafka and back issues of "Harpers Bazaar" respectively. C arm in arm with a new face on the Upper East Side, she looks to innocent for him, at least right now.
Carve your pumpkins!
You know you love me.
xoxo
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