OGLING AT STREET style is a horrifyingly enabling experience.
Forget the runway; I almost always need to shop after I pore through images of fashion VIPs:
OK, YOU GOT ME GUYS!! I’M SOLD!! HOW DID YOU KNOW I NEEDED EVERYTHING YOU’RE CURRENTLY WEARING?? IT’S LIKE WE HAVE SOME KIND OF SPOOKY-RAD MIND CONNECTION!!! … One word three syllables, world: MA-GI-CAL.
And I really don’t mean to sound creepy or obsessive, but NEW YORK, YOU’RE MY STYLE MECCA AND I LOVE YOU!!!
Pashli bag, be mine.