In the next few weeks I have a decision to make. I can either spend the next four years in London Town, or New York City.
I know, first world problems, right? But seeing as that’s the choice, I think I’m allowed to fret over the choice.
In London, I would be reading English Literature at University College London.
In New York, I would be attending Barnard College, Columbia University.
From a practical perspective, living in London means living only hours away from almost anywhere in Europe. (North America is . . . North America). The music scene is a bit more my style, and pretty much everyone looks like they’ve come straight from Fashion Week. Every week.
That is not to say that I don’t appreciate New York’s charms. It’s louder, vibrant, always crazy, and never dull. I did make my New Year’s resolution ‘to have more fun’, and those outdoor summer film festivals are the best thing since sliced bread.
I can’t make my choice about the city, really. I will, in all honesty, be studying the whole time anyway (read: massive nerd).
For the sake of couture-ogling and fun comparisons, let’s simply finish with a ‘War of the Fashion Weeks’ – a summary of The Tea Club’s favourite pieces from this past season’s Fashion Weeks.
The conversation here seems to be between more muted, elegant tailoring (Burberry/London), and fresh, flowing florals (too much alliteration?)
There is no wrong decision, but is one more right than the other? It reminds me a little of that film you got me to watch, Sliding Doors, with Gwyneth Paltrow (NB: We have zero tolerance for Paltrow-hate at The Tea Club, and will defend her until she stops being an incredible actress who also tells us how to make delicious, healthy brownies. Aka forever loyal). . . I guess in that case, one choice was wayyy better than the other . . . damn, I think I’ve over-thought this. Okay. I’m going to stop now.
See you soon in Sydney!
Love B xx