Beacon's Bacon

On Saturday, Elanor and I went to the lower east side to do some shopping! And by "shopping" I mostly mean weep over the beautiful, beautiful clothes and how expensive they were. First we headed to SoHo and popped into Topshop (weeping) and Madewell (so much weeping). To coax us out of what I will refer to as "the great depression," we got some delicious cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcakes. I got Olympic Red Velvet, obviously. They were so pretty, which you wouldn't know, considering I didn't take a photo of them. They were also delicious, which you also wouldn't know because you didn't eat them. Afterwards, we popped into some vintage and thrift stores, and Elanor almost bought a cheapy cheap Free People dress, but it was too big. Continue weeping. Then we took the train up to St. Marks, where people judged us in Trash & Vaudeville. I don't know why, we really fit in with those people. We went into a few other small shops in the area full of some decently cute stuff, but didn't find anything AMAZING.

Then, we were hungry again, and stumbled upon this Italian restaurant with a complicated name that only served paninis, so we got steaks. Just kidding, we got paninis. I was testing to see if you were paying attention. They quite hit the spot. Then, we were off again! Mostly in search of Beacon's closet. On the way though, I directed us down what ended up being the best. street. ever. It was ninth avenue, by the way. There were so man cute stores that we almost died. First was The Upper Rust, an antique store full of cool sketches and old clocks and jars and chairs. The next was Pink Olive - an amazing (and teeny, mind you) stationary store that we spent about 2 hours in. And didn't buy anything. More weeping. Then was Dusty Buttons, a cute little vintage store with a chatty but friendly cashier. And oh my god, finally was Cloak and Dagger, where the most weeping of the day occurred. Oh my god. Lauren Moffat. Dolce Vita. Swedish Hasbeens. We really died a little bit but then came back to life to weep more. Afterwards, we found a thrift store that we didn't even plan on going to, where we both FINALLY got a little something - and for cheap, thank goodness. We also finally found Beacon's Closet, which Elanor kept calling Beacon's Bacon because she is fantastic. We were both like UGH MY FEET HURT MY BACK IS SWEATING TIRED "FUH DAZE" so we didn't look too hard and gave up and then got Shake Shack and it was delicious and so delicious and very delicious. Then I took her to a house party in the Bronx and we drank water in red solo cups. The end. Writing these posts is bumming me out guys, but also making me laugh to myself like an idiot because we are funny.

Outfit photos by Elanor























"I don't know how to pose on a bench"








Until tomorrow,
Nicole