It is thanks to a picture like this that I would say I love New York!.
The city that never sleeps. The big apple. The city so nice they named it twice (New York, New York, both the city and the state, first mentioned in the New York Times in 1975). It’s this and everything the media is selling to us all. I am going to, have forever intended on and can’t wait to love New York anyway when I’m there, regardless of everything I hear from everywhere. I bet on it! Is this what the media made me say? I hope not! I hope it’s just my intuition.
Anyway! What I know for sure is that I love a girl like this when I see one.
Because I love girls. And boys.
Think of how Scott Schuman approaches this beautiful woman and gets into talking with her and how she so warmly smiles at him just after his “Hello” and how he then introduces himself and she has no idea who he is because she is not into this anxiety called fashion and media and social media, but still accepts him taking her photo after noticing how happy this makes him feel and she says “ok” and he takes her shot and the sun perfectly witnesses it all and this moment is born. Ta-da!
Ok, and all of the above would be just in my imagination if she is a super star that doesn’t even have an Instagram account, but is so-oh-oh into the fashion industry or smth and, thus, did it oh-so-oh very casually.
It’s up to you to believe in whatever you want.
The scarf was practically there when she was born. The abs made her wear this crop. The boyfriend is the type that wears a bomber (a khaki one) and doesn’t even mind if she borrows the jacket after forgetting or not even thinking of telling him. The job is so cool that she can totally pull this off. The leather pants are just below her boxers briefs. And so on.
All of the above? Nothing, nothing, nothiiiiing (Whitney’s “I have nothing”) without that look and that body language.