When the wicked winds of winter rear their ugly heads I, admittedly and proudly, become a homebody. I hate the delayed and rerouted trains of New York's nightlife and I become increasingly impatient when I'm cold and hungry. However, due to my inexplicable New Year's resolution of "spending more time with those I love", I now feel prompted (see: forced) to leave the comfortable safe space that is my bed and tough it out in the rugged, uncertain, expensive terrain of New York City á la winter.
It's not so much the going out that hinders my voyages, it's the cold! I loathe being cold. I've lived on the east coast for 11 years and I have yet to accept the notion or the theory of a windchill. Nevertheless, I must acknowledge the chill and the angst it carries, and turn a drafty situationship sunny.
It's the task of turning winter into a joyous occurrence that ushers the fun in because it usually involves shopping. The big sweaters, the boots of the season, the socks, the stockings, the list goes on...it's the sartorial side of cold weather that binds me in this dysfunctional relationship.
So the next time you decide to hit the town for dinner, a date, or even to see a movie and the winter temps are going low, go high with a THICK turtleneck like the one Alexander Wang made specifically for me (in my mind). Pair the sweater with a leather skirt to juxtapose the way you actually feel about leaving that warm duvet at home. If going out on the town circa degrees that temp below 32º, I'd rarely wear a stiletto. It's too much for me to personally handle. The teetering, the balancing, the diminished blood flow to my phalanges. No, ditch them and pull your look together with a sensible heel, a mule, a slipper, or a sneaker instead. It's great for comfortable strolling up around the Upper West Side and/or running from a catcaller/mugger via East Broadway. It's the ultimate unbothered-yet-cold and bothered look.