New York Diaries: pt. 1

If you've been following along on Instagram, then you may know that I've been in New York for the past few days. To celebrate Emirates' new route between New York and Milan (perfect for Fashion Week attendees) they sent me to Couture Fashion Week. I love fashion, I love New York. Boom, perfect weekend. Over the next few days, I'll be sharing a little diary of my trip.

One of my favorite moments from this weekend was watching the snow. There is nothing more beautiful than an overcast, snow-laden New York City. If you can look past the grey slush on the streets, it's actually quite breathtaking. Freshly fallen snow is especially stunning. Everything seems to slow down and grow quiet. A soft, ivory blanket is draped on anything and everything. Some avoid it. I welcome it. The once-busy streets are empty and if you're brave enough to face the chill, you'll find yourself alone with only some yellow cabs for company. Despite the snowflakes that will inevitably entangle themselves in your eyelashes, you can't help but to look up at the monstrous skyscrapers. Bold giants standing strong while snow dances and swirls around them in intricately woven patterns. The patterns are illuminated by the lights that line every street, making you feel as if you're a tiny citizen in a snow globe. When it stops falling, the rest of the world emerges from its hibernation. And they explore. And we all take pictures. It's far too beautiful not to.

xo,

e.m.