While I love the romanticism behind the notion proposed by F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby when he famously wrote “Life stats all over again when it gets crisp in the fall,” I’ve always been more of the mindset that autumn is about taking a step back.
Enjoying the simplicity of those first few days of wearing your favorite sweater- mainly out of wishful thinking in the beginning, but eventually that extra layer becomes a necessity. Experiencing your first walk thorough the park (or scenic drive around the neighborhood), ear buds in- setting the mood to narcotic slow jams while trudging over carpets of fallen leaves.
The days are getting shorter. Suddenly the only visible light comes from the intoxicating glow of apartment windows and heavily populated wine bars. For me this time of year is all about being in the moment. Not letting the outside world rob you of experiencing visions of falling leaves, your truly natural wind-tousled hair, or warming your fingers over hot apple cider with loved ones. After spending all year thinking about what’s next on the agenda, and how to get to your next destination (whether that place is an actual geographical spot or a metaphorical step on the ladder) it’s a true luxury to have those few cozy moments of quiet appreciation.
A friend's birthday dinner at The Lion, a cozy spot in Greenwich Village.
Right before my total domination of the apple pie contest at Enid's in Brooklyn.
Halloween adventures with two of my favorite people, Lisa and Marcel (of Just Another Fashion Blog and One Dapper Street, respectively)