the new yorker

Being home in New York City feels like slipping into an old pair of jeans that’s been in my wardrobe forever—it just fits, even if the fabric is worn and softened with time. Every detail is familiar: the butter-slick aroma of breakfast specials tumbling out of a corner bodega, the furnace-blast air on the West 4th Street platform that feels hotter than summer itself, the symphony of honking cabs on Canal Street. These things don’t surprise me; they belong to me. They are me. And yet, this week—the week of fashion shows, presentations, parties, and pop-ups—New York transforms from my hometown into a place of constant discovery. Suddenly, my daily stomping ground feels new, electric, brimming with must-haves I never knew I needed. Even the street style—half-effortless, half-contrived, glimpses below—is its own catwalk, handing me ideas I’ll be mining for months: this under $100 red cashmere, this peekabo lace or this crazy-good crochet, the most perfect white t-shirt, flannel to tie around the waist, and these J.Crew carpenter jeans, pictured, or these Madewell on sale!)