THE SUN MAKES US ALL GET NAKED
A few weekends ago, some fashionable friends and I headed to the South Street Seaport for some beer, house music and sun.
I wore nothing more than an American Apparel belt sash (as a top) and a F21 skirt to keep myself cool. The others? Think thigh-flashing, fedoras, mega shades and excelling coolness.
Coming back to NYC tomorrow night. I'll explain later.