Bonjour, Wednesday. it's getting cloudy and chilly in New York, which speaks to my early am lethargy today and the fact that I hit snooze several times- no way a 6:30 spin class was in the cards today. Too lazy.
I'm happy to say I've been seeing loads of friends lately and it's making me happy. My aforementioned laziness sometimes interrupts my need to be social- especially with a DVR full of programming I simply must see. I'm glad I'm turning my reclusive corner and getting out more. It's essential, and in a city like New York- you'd be a fool to be as blah as I have been of late when it comes to engagement. So last night found me at the very special West Village spot, Sant Ambroeus, which, if you have not been, you must go on a beautiful evening and sit outside. Not only do they have lovely simple pastas prepared to perfection, but it's also one of the best people watching spots in all of New York, and shit tons of beautiful and wacky NY'ers walked by to grace us with their goodness as we drank wine and caught up on life (thank you Mary, for a lovely evening). But before dinner began, I found myself early as always and sauntered into A.P.C., (yes they of the Kanye tee shirt) a brand whose magic powers are not lost on me. I'm fairly convinced that the corner of West 4th and Perry could restore one's faith in humanity. Yea, it's pretentious as hell. But its beauty overshadows that for me and for about two hours last night, all was so right in the world. The weather, the gorgeous jewel boxed brownstones, the beautiful peeps sauntering by. The handbag parade alone was worth the price of admission. So. Good.
Oh, and if you happen to have an extra, I don't know, five grand or so sitting around to blow on some key pieces for Fall and you're grossly underweight, go get yourself to A.P.C.- their website has everything but the stores are minimalistic luxurious heaven. Think the very best French basics- high end Gap for fashion types looking for a closetful of must haves to wear all through the upcoming season. I'm OBSESSED and will most likely dream about these pieces in the coming days. I'm weird like that.
Here are some screenshots of some of my favorite pieces above- flip through- most dreamy is that chain bag (beyond perfection), those perfect Italian ballet flats, and that oxblood flavored coat. I'm also crushing HARD on that simple boxy blazer- the shape feels fresh and will look amazing with a short skirt or those denim shorts with tights, a blouse, and some mannish loafers. Ah, Oui. The French. They just get it. Most of the time.
The moral of the story is this- West 4th Street in the West Village is a divine little pocket of all that's right (and expensive) with New York- tree lined, effortlessly chic, and deliciously simple. In one evening, and in a matter of moments, you can empty your bank account and be full of perfectly prepared pasta and excellent French basics. New York is a temptress that never stops seducing me- too bad my insane rent and cab habit will not allow for much shopping these days. Oh, well. More for you I suppose.
Cause that's what's up this French basics and al dente'd Wednesday in the 212. Oh l'amour. New York, j'adore. XO