August in New York is not pretty. It's sweaty bras, swampy subways, and stinky streets. It's also everyone who struggled with self-image issues in July finally accepting it's too late to get in shape for bathing-suit season, and just letting it all hang out on Coney Island beach. I used to blame the Fall fashion editorials for brainwashing me toward wools and tweeds when it's one hundred degrees outside, but this year I've decided it's the bare-ass ugliness of August that makes me yearn for Fall with all its rich fabrics ... and coverage.
Sigh, I wish I could open my wardrobe on September 1st and find it filled with Orla Kiely's Autumn 2010 line. Bags, shoes, and even socks included. Double sigh.
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