MOOD: SIXTIES DISCO CITY
Since I moved here, I've been dying to shoot on the Brooklyn Bridge. It's iconic and memorable in the case of my one year anniversary living in New York City.
For some reason, today called for one of my favorite vintage finds- a sixties pleated dress with the raddest sleeves ever in life. Paired is a classic. What? You thought I mean Chanel? WRONG GIRL. WRONG. I'm talking about this saucy little minx of a number, the Foley + Corinna Disco City. Normally I carry my life and more in a bag like Mary Poppins but this bad girl fits just my essentials: chapstick, chedda ($$), cellular device, tampons, condoms, an airplane bottle of vodka and a bible... take a joke. Obviously not the tampons. Way too big.
And the last step to my wild wardrobe is obviously pairing polka dots with 6 inch tribal print wedges. Clearly the right option.
Images taken by the ever-talented Lydia Hudgens