Bits of the next chapter. Street Art, Fashion, and City Life.
(All photos are my own unless stated otherwise. Please give credit/reblog.)

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.
— Isaac Asimov (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via awelltraveledwoman)


I moved to NYC right before the summer of 2012. I was used to wearing flimsy delicate summer sandals since my car was my primary mode of transportation. I learned very quickly that those shoes were not meant for the miles of walking required in New York. I swore to suck it up and buy a pair of Birkenstocks that very summer…but just couldn’t commit. They just weren’t an attractive shoe…Flash forward to the summer of 2013 and I went through the same thing. Now it’s almost the summer of 2014 and my feet were pleading with me to finally man up and do something good for them.
Thankfully, the fashion cosmos seemed to have aligned lately making Birkenstock’s the new trend. Examples: one, two, three, four. Not only are they socially acceptable (with and without socks!) but I noticed a few all black leather versions floating around on fashion blogs and Pinterest. Those were the only ones I could get behind since I can’t stand the light brown foot-beds that show dirty foot prints after wearing. Of course these were the most elusive and all the early adopters had snatched up almost every pair in existence. I contacted stores in Germany, Singapore, and Poland among other places like Austrian ebay and the like. 
My hard work eventually paid off and I’m now rocking the most comfortable pair of shoes I’ve ever owned and no-one looks at me twice now that this “normcore" thing is taking hold. (Something I never would have heard of if I didn’t live in Brooklyn/NYC. haha) Whatever man, My feet are happy and so am I. :)
Hullabaloo Bookstore in Crown Heights Brooklyn
Just a neon turquoise face in Bushwick Brooklyn, Artist unknown. 
Watching the moon rise over SoHo and the lights slowly start to come on.
I am originally from Boston and took a trip up there over the weekend to visit family. I haven’t lived in Boston since 2001 and hadn’t even visited downtown since maybe 2008-9. It was weird to see how little had changed in some places and how much had changed in others. One thing that really stuck out to me was the lack of street art and graffiti. It exists in rudimentary forms under overpasses or along subway tunnels but the large scale murals, detailed pieces, and thought-provoking work I’ve come to love in NYC just wasn’t there in the main areas of downtown Boston. I did spot this pretty garden mural in Chinatown after an AWESOME dim sum breakfast with my boyfriend at Windsor.  
On my next visit, I’m going to start wandering out further from the T lines to see what I can find.  
Fantastic veggie plate at this South Williamsburg Brazillian place. I hear there’s pretty great live music nights too. :)