It's so cold here, the kind of cold that freezes your face into a perma-grimace, complete with wind chapped lips and crystaline boogers. Remember when your mom told you "if you make that face long enough, it might stay that way"? She was talking about winter in New York, and she wasn't fucking kidding.
In the spirit of resenting the cold and having no money, I spent the day revelling in the beautiful new pair of shoes I received courtesy of the truly kind folks at solestruck.com (Seychelles Adios Amigo in purple suede, ya daaamn right!)
and lounging around in far too few clothes, pretending that spring is just around the corner, instead of several times around the block...
