There's only one thing better than a NYC getaway: a NYC getaway with Mr. Diabolina. He was able to pry himself away from work for a few days and arrived on the red eye this morning. YAYAYAYYAYA!
After bagels from Murray's (mine onion, scooped, with scallion cream cheese; his plain with STRAWBERRY cream cheese - blech!), we had a lovely stroll through Central Park. Romance at its finest ;)
Peeped real life gossip girls at real life Constance schools on Park. Most carrying backpacks, not Chanel.
Ended up at the Guggenheim - my favorite museum on the planet.
Unbeknownst to me, Mr. D took a Russian lit class in college and loves Kandinsky.
We both gravitate toward art that is like music, that you not only see but hear.
Also digging art that you can walk through. Need this glittery installation en mi casa ;)
After the museum, Mr. Diabolina had lunch.
On the street.
Then I had a crab cake salad
While Mr. Street Food Pauper looked on
Then we checked out the new-ish temple to all things Armani on 5th Avenue.
Got some scotch at the very Virgin America-esque restaurant
Sampled some Armani chocolates too. Perfectly decadent with the scotch.
Made our way down 5th peeping pretty designer people and windows.
Then it was time for Happy Hour at Peaches' house with dear friends
We all couldn't stop talking about Mr. NBC not carrying an I.D. Mr. D thought it might be because he goes undercover for stories. No, I balked. Peach guessed it was because it added bulk to an already bulky wallet. Maybe, I said.
Ultimately, I think Mr. NBC thinks he is Obama. Not really. But he essentially thinks no one would ever give him a hard time. Which is bonkers. Bottom line: you can't be a man of color in NYC and not carry I.D. - no matter who is in the White House, how pretty your are or where you work.
Thankfully we didn't have to worry about going out tonight. A dozen friends came over and we ordered in. Laughed and chatted and had a wonderful evening.
Fabulous glimpse into how fabulous even unfabulous nights would be if we lived closer to our dearest college friends.
Forever 21 tank and sequin hoodie
BCBG leather jacket
J Brand jeans
H&M knit cap
Tory Burch flats
Built the outfit around the flats
The skinny jeans would have been significantly more fab with heels. But until I roll in NYC on a Rascal or with a driver I don't forsee wearing heels in the city.
The skinny jeans/flats combo worked well today. I felt comfortable and chic. If a bit boring and SHORT.
Tried to balance the function with a bit of fabulous by adding the sequin hoodie. A little bit of daytime, on-trend sparkle.
Tied on the new Missoni scarf. Love the signature zig zag on silk. And the splash of extra flair at the neckline.
Topped the look off with the most perfect leather jacket. Dying to wear it with a little dress and major heels. But that will have to wait til I'm back in L.A.
In anticipation for the trip, Mr. Diabolina decided to buy himself a leather jacket yesterday. Which means I wasn't there to guide him through the selection process. F.
The Hugo Boss jacket is a little motorcross racer for my taste but he was proud of his choice so I didn't make a big stink. I did feel a little self concious all day in our matching leather, Hells Angels style. But then I guess most insync couples kinda match.
Not so much in actual wardrobe choices but typically in taste level.
Nothing like having a partner in crime.