Grand Central

Here I am- trying really really hard to be ok with the fact that New York has the most miserable winters I have ever experienced. No snow. no beauty. no winter sports. a chill factor with like a 20 degree margin of difference because of the humidity, wind, and concrete. Today was 25ish degrees but it felt like 0. I was colder than when I go skiing in the Rockies. Accordingly, ever since I've gotten back, what I wear never really matters at all, because I basically live in the same uniform every single frigid day: this down coat, and hat/earmuffs of some sort, and a heavy wool scarf. These layers hardly ever come off. You do so much walking around in New York getting everywhere you need to go that there's no way to not dress like this. I own wool peacoats but they just won't cut it in this kind of weather. So I look like this every day. every day. Maybe I'll just skip outfit posts for the next two months. sheesh.

Anyways, Ryan and I decided to brave the cold and get out of our apartment for the Saturday, so we visited Grand Central Station. It's big and pretty and interesting, and most importantly indoors and heated. Also, for this whole month they're holding a centennial celebration and there are museum-like set-ups in the lobbies, which was fun to explore. Lots of history tidbits and props and dioramas. My favourite part of Grand Central is the constellation ceiling. Ryan's favourite part is the Apple store.















Since I knew we were going to be inside for an extended period of time, I actually did pay attention to what I wore under my coat. for once. It felt like it had been so long since I really planned out an outfit head to toe. I wasn't feeling particularly inspired, so monochromatic felt easy. Black felt easy. Also all I've really seen for the past couple weeks is black coats everywhere. Oh New York. Why do you hate colour so much? Every time I wear a colour out and about I feel like the American girl in Playtime when she shows up to the club in a green dress. It was a little tricky shooting inside. It was always is, right? The colour balance is always so weird, and at least in New York, everywhere is aways SO crowded- you can never get a photo looking solitary, and if you try, you feel bad for all the people waiting for you finish up. My favourite part of the exhibits was the big suitcase wall. I have an awesome vintage suitcase collection, but they all got left in Utah because there was no way to get them to New York, so I miss them sometimes. I kind of wish I had had one to carry for these photos

























We'd like to come back with our tripod to take some legit long exposures of us in the hoards of people in the main concourse. Maybe sometime soon, since any indoor time is good time.

outfit:
blouse- joe fresh
jumper-ebay
leggings- cozy boutique
shoes- vintage/ ebay
coat- zara, but thrifted from salvation army
earmuffs- pib's xchange
scarf- vintage/ grandma's
socks-christmas gift