In The Company of Greatness
Growing up, the Museum of Natural History was a frequent haunt of mine because A) my high school was about five blocks from it and B) the book From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E Frankweiler was a favorite of mine. I realize that book was about the Met, but I always thought it’d be more fun to be trapped at the Museum of Natural History. Obviously I very much enjoyed Night at the Museum when it came out for the latter reason.
Anyway, I digress. Here, along with Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, I’m wearing a Zara Man sweatshirt (which my mother looked at in Hong Kong and was, like, “Why are you wearing men’s clothing? Aren’t you enough of a tomboy?” I don’t know if she knows what “tomboy” means, but I’m not exactly that), vintage Miu Miu skirt (I call it “vintage” because it’s at least a decade old. The label is the old bubble font), Celine bag, Manolo Blahnik heels, and new $10 sunglasses from Hong Kong.