Spring in NYC can be really tough to dress for; one day it’s 81 degrees and the next is mid-40’s and raining. On this particular Saturday night the temps were definitely on the chillier side, but a girl can only take so many months of black opaque tights, so I went with black leggings instead.
While you can’t see the back of my shirt in the pics, it does have a high-low hem, so I didn’t break from my firm belief that “leggings are not pants.” The aforementioned shirt is a recent purchase from Target and I love it because the quote is a reference to Belgian surrealist artist, René Magritte, who is also referenced in the amazing book I am currently reading called The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (seriously, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve reread entire chapters just so I won’t finish it because I’m enjoying it that much).
But I digress, we were going to a lounge on the Lower East Side of Manhattan that I haven’t been to since we made it a stop at a bachelorette party a few years back (my point being that this would probably not be a high fashion crowd), so I wanted to look fun and be comfortable. I’m a little obsessed with the intentionally visible black bra look – I blame early Madonna – and it really seemed to lend itself to this outfit without looking trashy.
The jacket/blazer is Zara (you can never go wrong with a tuxedo jacket, am I right?), the shoes Gucci (I swear I could run a mile in them and have definitely run for cabs and trains in them) and the earrings are from a little shop in my town. The only thing I would’ve changed is that I wore a shoulder bag instead of a cross body and, since I’m totally spoiled by the ease of the cross body, it irked me all night. Other than that? Spring outfit success.