New York City

The Perpetual Lessons Of Swede.

I still went to work that day. My weekday job was as an executive assistant at a technology start-up in Chinatown. Broadway and Canal Street. Work didn’t start till 10am for me, so most of the time I didn’t even get up till 8am. And that day, it was the same. I got up, showered,Continue reading “The Perpetual Lessons Of Swede.”

“A Less Strong Martini.”

I’d debated between my French high top sneakers or the YSL Tribute Sandals, in my head, in various moments throughout the earlier part of the day. The high tops would be more comfortable, I could argue. But the stiletto-ed sandals had long been broken in and were easy to wear too. The high tops expressedContinue reading ““A Less Strong Martini.””