As we stand on the edge of a new year, it's time for reflection and a roundup of the moments that defined the past year. Resolutions may not be my forte, but recaps and reconsiderations are worth a look.
In the realm of rediscovery, my love for a good Smiths song resurfaced. Their post-punk vibe provides a fitting soundtrack to the prevailing panic that permeates not just the streets of London but everywhere.
A reassessment of my wardrobe brought the jumpsuit back into the spotlight, defying my expectations of a decline in wear. Credit goes to a UK brand and its enticing "boilers and bottoms" section, offering a jumpsuit with the ideal stretch, effortlessly paired with anything from chunky Chelsea boots to suede pumps for instant cool. I know I’ve shared this brand before, and this one may be sold out, but I love it so much, and it’s still available in olive.
Our quasi-post-COVID reality revealed an unexpected appreciation for respite/quiet time and personal space. Initially resistant, I now find solace in moments of doing nothing, embracing the freedom that comes with it. More of this, please.
This newfound tranquility extends to my wardrobe, favoring relaxed silhouettes, think anything from The Frankie Shop. My J. Crew giant coat, purchased intentionally oversized for maximum puff, has become a warm and stylish companion for chilly nights in Brooklyn.
The work/life balance underwent a remix, with Pilates and strength training entering the scene. Morning workouts lost their appeal, making way for evening sessions—a welcomed change in routine.
Embracing a touch of grandpa chic, a vintage navy Escada blazer (the one above Is Ralph, but you get the vibe) with a crest and silk blouse from Kingston's remarkable vintage scene upstate became prized additions to my collection as the year winds down, making everyday activities in 2024 Brooklyn feel like a country club power lunch from the '80s.
As we bid farewell to 2023, my keep-and-toss recap unfolds as the clock strikes midnight:
Five things to keep:
Only what I need skincare: Simplifying my skincare routine to essentials— a single day and night serum, moisturizer, eye cream, and SPF.
Over-the-knee boots: A resurgence in love for these boots, particularly paired with an oversized button-down and tights.
Nails: Despite the love-hate relationship, my long nails remain, offering a unique point of contention for 2024.
Hair: Embarking on the challenge of growing my hair, a task I've struggled with.
Jacob Elordi (Lordy): A personal favorite, I'm determined to keep the admiration for Jacob Elordi alive. If you haven’t seen “Saltburn”, hurry up. It’s really something, and who doesn’t love a delicious, eat-the-rich film with super sexy people?
Five things to toss:
Contour: This lady's era of contoured cheeks has ended; it’s not working on my skin anymore.
Fuss: I hope to bid farewell to unnecessary complications and embrace a more fuss-free lifestyle.
Doom scrolling: I shall make a conscious effort to reduce excessive social media consumption and doom-scrolling.
Fear of packing: Conquering the anxiety associated with packing for trips and aiming for a stress-free travel experience is what’s up.
Anything that doesn't fit: A resolution to discard anything that no longer fits, even if we will all be on Ozempic by February.
But let's shift our focus to more significant matters. As we cautiously peer into the new year, there's a mix of excitement and trepidation. While I've typically been eager to bid farewell to the old, this time, the unknown of what lies ahead brings a sense of nervous anticipation.
In these gimlet-eyed times, gratitude is found in the form of new establishments like Swoony's in my Brooklyn neighborhood, offering a cool and cozy vibe. A recent discovery in Kingston, NY—dubbed the BK of the North—led me to Girl Boy, a haven for women who appreciate a balanced sensibility in clothing, blending menswear elements seamlessly. The coat above is like butter in person. Love.
So, what does 2024 hold for mere mortals like you and me? Will it be a year defined by "cores," geopolitical unrest, or economic uncertainties? Instead of dwelling on potential doom and gloom, I propose a toast to a peachy-keen Pantone year: Let's raise our cosmos (yes, I am once again drinking them), dance our worries away, and hang the DJ. Happiest New Year to you and yours and cheers! 🥂
Oh, and happy bday month to our girl, Gidget. She turns one in January and will be charming the world with her beautiful Capricorn energy and beauty. She made 2023 a wonderful year, no matter what. XO
You are way more optimistic than I am. I am thinking drinking as my light shield against the potential doom. And the jumpsuit is definitely Dave Chappelle. the GOAT.