After listening to Jay-Z's "Blueprint 3" on repeat and watching "The September Issue" four times, this Angeleno jetted to NYC for a quick weekend away. We had perfect 73 degree weather, which allowed for a High Line visit, a Chelsea gallery crawl (saw Juergen Teller's "Paradis" at Lehmann Maupin), and a Met roof party.
The weekend also allowed for the East Coast debut of my shoeties (thanks Rachel Zoe). This Endless.com purchase was well worth the $25 (and free shipping!). They will be my Fall staple, as soon as LA realizes that 98 degree weather at the end of September is annoying.
As if the weekend couldn't get any better, I experienced true star-struck behavior when I happened upon Grace Coddington in the West Village. After gasping, I shouted out "We love you, Grace!" Ask any of my friends, this was definitely out of character.
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