New York chillin is what I call it. When the last call for sunlight sounds, and feels, like heaven. And running my mouth with the sis gets me back into a groove. In my happy blues, thanking God for the 95% chance of a coffee shop on the next block.
He delivers every time…
Blouse: gift from my Grandma
Leather Jacket: JCrew
Trousers, Boots: On loan from my sister