Joie wool sweater,
Merona denim shirt (similar look here),
Forever 21 striped miniskirt (similar style here),
Vintage Giraffe-print belt,
Banana Republic boots,
Vintage Gail Labelle medicine bag.
I have a love/hate relationship with the gentrification of our neighborhood. On the one hand, it's exciting when cute new cafes, restaurants and shops open up just a stone's throw from our apartments. On the other hand, it means our area is becoming less of a neighborhood and more of a tourist attraction, as the influx of Manhattanites make their way east from Bedford - the first stop on the L train.
I'll be the first to admit that I went from living in Manhattan and being a total Manhattan snob to the worst kind of Brooklyn die-hard who goes into the city so infrequently on the weekends that, on the rare occasion I do venture in, I receive a notification from my bank that "due to suspicious activity my card is suspended" until I confirm that I am, actually, outside of Brooklyn. True story.
The point is, an adorable french bistro is now located a block from Lauren's apartment, and Lauren (the biggest Francophile I know) insisted we try it immediately. I fell in love with the bright accents on the exterior and the slightly-worn vintage tiles on the inside that called to mind a cafe you would find in a small town in the country. Utterly charming, and probably a spot we'll frequent more often. Did I mention it's BYOB?