Photos by XSSAT Street Fashion
Bra top: Missguided, Cardigan: I stole it from a friend, Shoes: ROC, Skirt: Choies, Belt: Vintage, Hat: Al et Clar
Here's the thing about wearing full skirts in Winter. It works in theory but it doesn't in reality, when the freezing air seeks any bared or available skin like a homing missile. I have a feeling that this Winter, my concept of what is cold and what is acceptable clothing is going to be turned on its head. Apparently it's snowing this weekend - which fills me with a mixture of excitement and cold fear. I have never seen snow, I have never felt sub-zero temperatures and this is the first time I've had to learn weird American-winter survival terms like snow boots and portable glove warmers and heat tech socks. The concept of carrying a second set of clothes to put on once you enter any heated building baffles the mind, and since everyone can barely fit on the subway at the moment, it's going to be verrrrry interesting to see what the room to breathe will be like once everyone takes up five times more space from all the misc winter clothes they're carrying/wearing.
I've never missed Australia's moderate weather so much. It doesn't help that all my peers back home are sending photos of beaches in what could possibly be every digital platform that exists. Snapchat, Facebook, Whatsapp, Instagram - the phantom of beaches past is assaulting me at every internet corner I turn into. I've reconciled myself to the fact that living here means giving up moderate sunshine and being a pro at stripping/putting on layers on the subway/off the subway. It's kind of exciting - some days I don't even need to listen to a podcast on my way to work because I'm so preoccupied taking my clothes off.
I read somewhere (it was probably Man Repeller), that you TRULY live in New York once you've ridden a subway, had your groceries break on you on the way home from the store, walk to work in the snow. I'll raise you with: ridden a subway on Halloween when you're neck to neck with three Hulk Hogans, a jellyfish umbrella and a man puking at your feet, carried your groceries home while it's 500 degrees and then you forget them on the train, walking to work in mildly cold temperatures as an Australian in inappropriately sparse clothing.