Perhaps it's just me, but come December 1st, it's winter. All around the city, the trappings of the season are starting to pop up. Twinkly lights in all the trees, Rockefeller's ice-skating rink, Starbucks' holiday cups, the Victoria's Secret Fashion show. It's all very romantic. Especially when the weather is uncharacteristically pleasant, and a light blazer is insulation enough.
But before we've charged too far into Christmas month (and towards Christmas sales!), I just wanted to post one last ode-of-sorts to my favorite season of them all. Growing up in Singapore, we didn't really have seasons. It rained or the air hung wet and hot, but either way, the leaves remained resolutely green. I experienced my first autumn while at college at Berkeley, and every year since, I look forward to the "changing of the leaves". Far more masterful minds than mine have penned on the topic, but the way I see it, autumn is the year's curtain call. Wistful, elegant, proud. The choreography's perfect: blue skies with temperatures nippy enough for hand-holding, all the trees strong and tall but eager to lower the curtain, to shed their gold. And once they have, all is bare again, cleared for a fresh new show.
Enjoy the pictures after the jump; this post is actually two outfit posts in one! And, if you haven't yet, I hope you all take the time to squeeze in a few more strolls before the final bow.