A hint of color



Last year, after harsh winter situations, I rebelled against my norm and bought this pink coat. It was march, still cold but with my coat it somehow felt like spring. My coat is such a well adjusted foreigner of this NYC of so many style rules and so many fashion spirits. I don't really like it but for the sake of change, I wear it to add something different to my day.

Like my coat and the unique characteristic it holds, I’ve also came to realize that when it comes to languages, accents are cool, mistakes are humorous and finding the right word and the right moment is hard. At least I don't feel like a plain potato with not even salt or pepper.