In New York, I can feel perfectly well dressed for as long as I don’t leave the apartment. Someone, it seems, is inevitably better outfitted than I am. At all hours. At 8:30AM this morning, for example, while sitting outside Gotan with my almond flat white, wearing a , , and a suede barn jacket (albeit all cute!), J.Crew’s walked by in a , flowing. Suddenly, I wanted to go home and change. Or at least find a Then last night, arrived fresh off the plane from LA in a wrinkle-free shirt and old shoes that look like current . I can’t keep a shirt wrinkle-free walking to dinner. Meanwhile, Coco somehow acquired the cutest when I wasn’t looking, and now I want those, too. But this is also why I love being here. I get dressed, go outside, reconsider everything, and try again. Plus, I shop. Yesterday, that meant these (birthday) bow flats at , below, (Coco promptly bought these on sale) and trying on Alexa Chung’s entire collection at , which made me feel approximately half as cool as Alexa Chung ( specifically). Let’s see how long this lasts once I head out today.