This season, I had the privilege of attending New York Fashion Week for the seventh (!) time. For me, it was a whirlwind of catching up with new and old friends, running around the city to a few shows and events, and absolutely freezing my bum off.
I survived the cold with the help of this vintage jacket (which sadly started to disintegrate as soon as I wore it—any tips on preserving it are welcomed!) and this wool plaid shirt I borrowed from my younger brother. He lives in the hills of Montana and has an enviable collection of vintage menswear. I’m so grateful he let me raid his closet over the holidays!