Tomorrow, I begin the painful process of re-integrating myself into general New York society. I would say I started today, since we technically got back Saturday night, but since I spent all day in bed sulking and only left the house long enough to buy the necessary ingredients for yaki soba, well, today didn't really count.
I know, I can already hear you telling me that, of all places, NYC isn't exactly the worst to have to reintroduce oneself to. You're right of course, but I have to say that being away from the city for so long, and in such strange and beautiful places, made me realize just how bummed out I've been by living here for some time now. However, since I haven't got any better plans up my sleeve, my task at hand is to find a job--so I can start saving up for my next vacation.
Part of the shock of coming back to Brooklyn was having to go from the sweet, mild, seaside summer of New Zealand to piles of greying snowdrifts and temperatures back in the 30's. I know spring is right around the corner, but I'll tell you, it sure doesn't look like it outside my window. Seeing this pretty editorial, styled by Camille Bidault-Waddington, is giving me a flicker of hope though. In fact, I've got all sorts of Spring inspiration and wishlists lined up.
My photos from the trip should be developed and ready to go by early next week I expect. Until then, I'm gonna start dreaming hard about a spring filled with mixed florals, shirt shorts, cat prints and red lips.
(photos by Max Farago for Elle US March 2010, found here)
