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A few years back, if a friend suggested heading out to Brooklyn, I would have needed a day to figure out what I was going to wear. The voice in my head said, wear something “cool”, an ensemble that is all black. Maybe pull out your old Nine Inch Nails or The Smiths tee, something that doesn’t read Manhattan. So basically I was planning to be a poser.

These days, not a chance in hell! Why work so hard on faking it? I mean, half the people in Brooklyn are faking it themselves anyway.

The best look is the one that I feel most comfortable in and that speaks to who I really am. Should it matter that I’m not in Manhattan, or at home on Long Island, out in the Hamptons or even up in Connecticut? I don’t think so.

No shame in my style. I threw my Vineyard Vines shirt on over my tank, left my Sperry’s in the closet and went with a sandal (I live in these sandals) and was ready to meet up with my friend, co-worker & photographer Brianne.

Photos by Brianne McGuire  TankHere at Forever21 | ShirtHere at Vineyard Vines | Jeans: JCrew Self-distressed (old) | Shoes: Nine West: (old) | Bag: Gucci Positano a Tote (old) | Watch: Raymond Weil (old) | Bracelets: Hermes & David Yurman (old) | Sunglasses: Burberry (old)  


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