New York, the city that sweeps me off my feet every time I go.

It’s hard not to get lost in the moment, to be completely emerged in the energy of the city that never sleeps, and to lose track of all time. Every time I set foot in the city, I find myself returning to old rituals and making new traditions. This trip to New York was a last minute, spur of the moment – just the way I love a trip. With no plans for the 12 days there, I arrived with a suitcase stuffed with all of my jackets, and ready for whatever was going to come. 

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