If you live in the northeast or haven’t been under a rock last week you may have noticed that NYC was at a temperature decidedly lower than freezing. Where all the fashion peacocks were able to have private cars drop them off at their destination so that they didn’t need to put their arms actually in their coats, the rest of us had to bear the polar plunge bundled like eskimos.
The exception to this was a week ago when some friends planned a little #TSSrelaunch Party (That’s theStyleSafari not Toxic Shock Syndrome to you 14-year olds out there) for me at Laduree. I don’t have an endless supply of fashionable and functional coats that I want to shoot for the blog, but I did get this awesome retro-inspired sweater that I wanted to shoot, so I hung my coat on a fire hydrant, gritted my teeth and bared it. Luckily we are getting quicker with outfit posts around here so I was only un-swathed for about 3 minutes, just long enough for entire bus-load of uniform-clad schoolgirls to round the corner and start gawking at me. I took it as an opportunity to warn them about TSS.