My amigos, the Fall season is aggressively descending upon New York. Earlier this evening my fingers nearly ground to a halt while I was replying to texts on my phone. The friend I was texting suggested fingerless gloves. Although that initially sounded counter-intuitive, I’ve realised it’s either that, or I get touchscreen friendly gloves and let out my inner Mafia boss. Having moved from Sydney so recently I have been informed on a number of occasions that “this isn’t cold”, which is often followed by, “just you wait. You are going to die.”
Death certainly is not on the agenda for now, so I have pulled out the only warm coat I currently own, in hopes of staying alive. I realise it might seem dramatic to be complaining about the 12ºC days, but: A. My eyes were weeping from the cold breeze today, and B. 12ºC (which is 53º fahrenheit), is essentially the coldest it would ever be on a severely wintery day in Sydney.
Taking an egg from under a mother hen, putting it in a fridge, and expecting a chicken to hatch, is not an unrealistic comparison to how I feel.
I talked about the Kanye parka and it will be a part of my future. Until then I have my black peacoat, my black Timberlands, and my Black Friday shopping list.
Double-breasted black peacoat – Topman
T-shirt – Diamond Supply Co.
Jeans – H&M
Black boots – Timberland
Awkward body – Luke Leonard
Photos by Liz Lemon