concept: it’s 2am; it’s cold outside. i’m in a cozy apartment in manhattan drinking red wine while soft-jazz music is playing on the background, and i’m petting my cat while reading a book about fashion and paris.
Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.