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My New York State of Mind

 

Soho New York Prada

I just went back to New York for the first time in four years… I say ‘back’ because I used to live here in what now feels like a lifetime ago.  My travels have taken me all over the place, but it was the city of New York that taught me how to use my wings.  Here I learned lessons about life, about people, and about myself that I wouldn’t have learned anywhere else.  I think of New York as a crucible, where I went in one way and emerged changed for the better… like a concentrated and more resourceful version of myself.

I grew up (mostly) in a small town in the South.  I went to university in a small town in the South.  As soon as I finished my senior exams, I packed up my things and moved straight to New York.  I didn’t even bother to attend my graduation; I instructed the school to send the diploma to my parents since they had paid for it.  I had had ENOUGH of small towns.

I rented a room at a women’s hotel, the Martha Washington (which no longer exists).  I checked in with two enormous suitcases; one full of clothes and shoes, and the other full of boxes of Stoned Wheat Thins crackers and makeup.  I figured I could live on crackers for a while if my money ran out before I got a job, so they were an odd but healthy security blanket.  I soon learned that the nearest deli made an egg salad sandwich with what any sane person would consider four sandwiches worth of egg salad.  I’d put the extra into the small fridge in my hotel room and eat my Stoned Wheat Thins with egg salad perched on top for the next few days.  I’d only been here a week and I’d moved straight from bare crackers to egg salad hors d’oeuvres.  How hard could this be?

I paid my weekly rent at the Martha Washington while I pounded the pavement looking for work on Wall Street.  This isn’t easy at the best of times, but during the recession of early 1991, armed with a degree in Philosophy from a school in the South that few in New York had heard of, it was especially tricky.  I remember having a great interview with the man who was in charge of hiring Investment Banking trainees at Paine Webber (now UBS).   With refreshing honesty, told me that he’d love to hire me for one of their 13 spots, but when he had a stack of resumes on his desk from bright young men out of schools he knew, what would he tell his boss if he hired me, a young lady from a school he didn’t know very well, if I couldn’t cut it?  I thanked him for being so transparent.  At least I knew where I stood.

Eventually I did find a good job.  I was even able to rent my own apartment before I made it through my entire stash of Stoned Wheat Thins!  The best part of the job was that I met one of my lifelong best friends there (Hi Michele B!).  She was a born and bred street-smart New York Italian fireball; she knew EVERYONE and everything.  Every bartender. Every doorman.  Every club promoter.  Every good place to buy discount shoes.  Every good Italian restaurant downtown near our office.  We’d stand by our office fax machine on Fridays when invitations to clubs would be sent to her.  We’d go through them all, decide which ones looked the best, and race out on our lunch hour, giddy with excitement to buy something new to wear that night.  Who would be there?  Who would we meet?  What would happen?  That night might change our whole life!

In New York, I felt like my life went from black and white to colour.  It is a place where you can truly become anything you want.  Everyone else is so busy trying to become what they want that the herd energy just sweeps you along with it.  Even visitors feel this energy in the street.  Eight months after I got my job, I got another job, my DREAM job in finance.  I was hired by a hedge fund in their heady early days before they became regulated.  My boss trusted me and gave me more responsibility than any 23 year old should have had.  I worked around the clock, literally.  I traded currencies and bonds that were active in all time zones, so I always had to be awake or on call.  Even if I was asleep, I had brokers waking me up at least hourly.  I took catnaps under the office ping pong table if the markets were quiet. Like lots of people in high finance, I had a crazy boss.  Properly crazy.  He routinely threw phones at me and lost his temper with any number of people all day every day.  Brokers would often refuse to cover our account (which is unheard of… a broker turning down commission?!) because he was so difficult and unreasonable to deal with.  He made people cry.  He ruined peoples’ days.  I think my unspoken role was to be the buffer between his insanity and the business world he had to exist in.  I eventually understood his insanity, and I understood the business, so I did everything that involved dealing with the outside world.  Every day there were massive disputes to straighten out over the price and execution of the instruments we traded.  It was an insane environment with huge sums of money, clever people, big highs, and very dark lows.  Anytime I went out to dinner with my friends, they wanted to know the crazy work story du jour because my exhausting boss provided them in spades.

Everyone around me had fascinating stories too, which I lapped up.  I was friendly with a lady who rented out her 5th Avenue apartment for a few weeks each year, which made her enough money to live on for the rest of the year.  Her coffee table was an enormous taxidermied tortoise!   I dated an ex-addict for a long time, so learned a lot about addiction.  I dated someone much much older than I was (a hazzan) who taught me everything I wanted to know about economics.  I dated someone younger who bought me a turtle and silk pyjamas.  Then I gave back the turtle and bought myself a blue and gold macaw parrot, who I’d take out to lunch with me.  I named him Gramley, after a Federal Reserve Board governor I was friendly with in my job. Gramley and I had a great time finding outdoor cafes with wrought iron chairs suitable for him to perch on during a meal.  I became friends with a lady named Elaine, a muse of Francesco Scavullo, and I’d go to fashion week with her, sitting in the front row seat of her accessory designer friend who was in rehab.  Every day was an adventure with an unexpected twist.  I couldn’t imagine ever being anywhere else.  I fell as tightly into the fabric of New York as a stone wedged in the pavement.  I’m very grateful for everything the city taught me, even the tough lessons I didn’t want to learn.

When I went back to New York this trip, my past seemed to bloom again.  I felt exactly like the same 20-something year old girl who belonged to New York, before marriage, before motherhood, and before I became this person approaching 50.  Every nook and cranny of New York seems to hold a memory for me.  I remembered a time I walked down Broadway the morning after a blizzard and took photos of the Flatiron building without a soul in sight.  I walked past the apartment I almost rented on Sullivan Street which had a shower in the kitchen.  I passed where the Elephant and Castle cafe used to be, and remembered fondly that they served hangover-killing cappuccinos in an enormous soup bowl.  I saw that a favourite vegetarian restaurant on Astor Place is now a Starbucks.  I took my husband to El Parador, a very out of the way Mexican restaurant that has been going for 50 years (the menu has barely changed since I started going 25 years ago).  I used to go so often that they even knew my parents when they visited town.  I went to look at Sniffen Court on 36th Street, the most charming little mews in New York.  It was located right between my first apartment and a grocery store I frequented.  My bad pun I liked to repeat to my friends EVERY time we walked past was that if I were an allergist, I’d open my practice in Sniffen Court (geddit?!).  I wheeled out that old chestnut for my husband who just rolled his eyes (but snickered).  So many places were exactly the same, so it felt as if nothing had changed.  So many places were different, and that made me nostalgic for my New York, the old New York, the one with fewer Starbucks and Zara shops.  More grit and graffiti, and less polish.

My uncle recently reminded me of the famous philosopher Heraclitus’ quote, ‘No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.’ That’s certainly something I felt this trip.  New York is not the same.  And I’m not the same young New Yorker that I once was, but for a long stretches of time, she was right beside me as I walked through the city.  Her devotion to New York, her attachment to its energy, and her love for the way the light hits the sidewalk at night and makes it sparkle.

Soho Sequins New York

(One thing that has mercifully remained the same is the amazing shoe sale at Bergdorf Goodman, where I managed to score these Laurence Dacade sandals for 50% off.  I had nothing with the same 1960’s vibe in my suitcase, so I wore my staple silver sequin skirt and the white M&S shirt from previous posts).

Laurance Dacade Sandals

Soho New York fire escape shadows

Soho New York architecture

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  • Reply
    Michelle
    August 24, 2016 at 7:53 AM

    Such an awesome post Lisa, the nostalgia struck a chord with me for my own past self. London was my Mecca at the tender age of 20 & I still adore her today, although as you explain so poetically, in a different way as a different person.
    How fortuitous you met Michele B! Every girl needs a partner in crime in the big city & she sounds brilliant!
    I must say it is fabulous to see you wearing the white M&S shirt with your incredible sequin skirt & beautiful new shoes – This outfit is The Sequinist!

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 10:04 AM

      Thank you Michelle… I think people like us who leave home are so grateful to find our ‘promised land’ and have a strong connection to it. Michele B is as brilliant now as she was then; still a firecracker with a huge heart. So pleased you liked it! xx

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    Sharron Goodyear
    August 24, 2016 at 9:26 AM

    Wow. What an amazing post! I truly loved reading this and was totally immersed in your story! You should write a book. You write so well and now I want to hear the rest! ???? Thanks for sharing.

    Sharron (www.keepingitfabulous.com) Xxx

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 9:57 AM

      Oh Sharon, thank you so much. I’m so pleased that you enjoyed it! Maybe I’ll have to write a sequel for what happens next! xx

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    Isalondon
    August 24, 2016 at 10:42 AM

    Such a fantastic read Lisa, you should write a book and yes I feel like that too when going back to Paris.I have evolved and so has Paris but the shadows of the past still lingers , the good and the bad, that made me who I am today.X ( insta @isabellestudio)

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 10:54 AM

      Thank you, Isabelle. I love that this resonated with you as well. xx

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    Charlotte
    August 24, 2016 at 2:11 PM

    A lovely post – I have spent significant amounts of time living in a few cities around the world & feel as you did- both nostalgic& slightly sad when I re-visit them as they’ve changed as much as remaining the same. Thanks for sharing & great shoes!

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 4:25 PM

      Thank you Charlotte. The change is really bittersweet, isn’t it? I’m grateful NY hasn’t changed more than it has. I think if you are there and present for the changes, it feels a little less traumatic than taking it all in at once! xx

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    Catherine, Not Dressed As Lamb
    August 24, 2016 at 2:14 PM

    Okay so Michelle and Sharron have both said exactly what I wanted to say: You should write a book about this, I get the same feeling about London every time I go back, and you look flippin AMAZEBALLS in your trusty sequin skirt and those sandals. The M&S shirt is a classic and so versatile it seems…!

    I can totally get why you’d feel like this about NY… I’ve been just the once (as an adult) but it made me wish that I’d had the chance to live there when I was younger. This was absolutely beautifully written and has me on tenterhooks now for the next instalment!!!!!!!!!

    Catherine x

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 4:34 PM

      Thank you so much, Catherine. I guess I HAVE to do an instalment now! I’m really glad you enjoyed reading about my special city.

      I’m sure you do feel just the same about London; it is where many big things happened in your life (Keef!) and London’s special energy feeds your own colourful soul. xx

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    Marsha Rubio
    August 24, 2016 at 2:25 PM

    Loved, loved, loved your story. I had a similar experience and ended up leaving after the crash of 2008. ( I was also working with a hedge fund.) I have yet to return but my memories of living in Manhattan keep the experience alive and your post brought everything back as if it were yesterday. When I first moved there, I would take the bus or subway to work until I realized that the distance was easily walkable and the scenery was so exciting. Every block had it’s own personality and I couldn’t get enough!

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 4:22 PM

      You’re absolutely right about every block having its own personality; I never realise how long or far I walk in NY because I’m so distracted by everything there is to look at. Thank you so much for reading, Marsha. I’m so pleased you liked it. xx

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    Tracey
    August 24, 2016 at 4:13 PM

    I’m crying and I’m not sure why? It might be your uncles saying which struck a cord anyway I bloody love this post. I love to hear a good story ( being somewhat of a story teller myself) I’ve read it twice. I’ve never lived in New York but it was always my dream, can you believe I’ve never even visited!! . It just looks such a fabulous city , more so as I’m an avid Sex in the City fan. Thankyou for sharing , Tracey xx

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 4:20 PM

      Oh Tracey, don’t cry! I know, I love that quote, it really is so true. You HAVE to visit NY… just HAVE to. I’m so glad you enjoyed reading. xx

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    Emma
    August 24, 2016 at 4:24 PM

    Brilliant post. I felt I was right there with you in NY. x

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 4:52 PM

      Thank you, Emma! xx

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    Stacey Keeling
    August 24, 2016 at 7:46 PM

    That’s just a gorgeous outfit and I enjoyed reading your story too.

    Thanks for leaving me such a sweet message at Poofing the Pillows. That was my first fashion post and who knows….it could be the last. It was fun but scary. 🙂

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      Lisa
      August 24, 2016 at 8:56 PM

      Thank you, Stacey! I found your blog on Lana’s link up. xx

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    Mithra Ballesteros
    August 25, 2016 at 3:19 AM

    Fascinating. Didn’t want this one to end. Your observations looking backwards are at least as interesting as your remembrances. Would young New York Lisa ever have predicted how handy that degree in philosophy would turn out to be? Superb!

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      Lisa
      August 25, 2016 at 8:45 AM

      Thank you so much Mithra. I’m thrilled you enjoyed it, especially someone with your writing talent. I often think how useful that philosophy degree is for pure life enjoyment purposes! xx

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    Little Red
    August 25, 2016 at 6:12 AM

    Wonderful post with evocative writing. I really felt I was right there with you, feeling all emotions you were feeling.

    And mad props for having the balls to just up and move to NYC like that!

    • Reply
      Lisa
      August 25, 2016 at 8:40 AM

      Thanks so much, sweet Little Red! xx

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    Tanya
    August 25, 2016 at 6:39 AM

    Thank you for this wonderful post – your writing really did take me back to a time and a place in my own life. I’m a South African, but spent a few years in London in my late twenties. I go back every couple of years, either for work, or on holiday. Every time I do, I feel like part of me steps back into the skin of that 20-something girl again – as you say, there are memories around every corner. In London, far from home and the support of my family, I grew up – it was terrifying, but also exhilarating. In London I learned that I can move half way around the world, and will be able to look after myself, find a flat and a job, and thrive. I come from a close-knit, sheltered family, and learning to stand on my own in London was a priceless gift. Two years ago, my husband and I took our two boys to England, and I led them around London, showing them all my old haunts. My sons were desperately impressed by it all, and kept remarking that they didn’t know how I knew where to go – I realized that, despite the huge changes in London and the almost 20 years of intervening years, the geography of the city is engraved in my heart. Thank you for taking me back, even if only for today.

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      Lisa
      August 25, 2016 at 8:57 AM

      Tanya, I’m glad that you enjoyed this post so much. You and I shared very similar experiences, didn’t we? It is such an empowering gift for a young woman to learn that she can, as you point out, look after herself, find a flat, make a life for herself and THRIVE. You know you can figure things out on the fly, wherever you end up. I love your phrase– ‘the geography of the city is engraved in my heart.’ Kudos for impressing your boys with your urban knowledge… priceless!

      Can you believe that when I left New York a few years after the time period of this post, I went to live in South Africa (from 1995 to 2001)!!

      Thank you for reading. xx

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    Abby
    August 25, 2016 at 1:06 PM

    WOW! This was such an amazing post. I savoured every single sentence, down to the last word (or should I say cracker:). I loved learning so much about you Lisa and the city that has changed you forever. You’ve had such a fascinating life there, it reads like a novel! And you look gorgeous as usual! xx Abby

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      Lisa
      August 25, 2016 at 1:44 PM

      Thank you sweet Abby! I am so thrilled that you liked it. Lots of love to you xx

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    Linda Hobden
    August 25, 2016 at 2:18 PM

    Not been to New York City but I could feel its vibes through your wonderful post – and those sandals are tempting me to board the next plane ….

    visited via Sydney Fashion Hunter Fashion Link

    • Reply
      Lisa
      August 25, 2016 at 6:39 PM

      Thank you, Linda! I hope I’ve inspired you to look into tickets one day… xx

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    nicole
    August 25, 2016 at 5:01 PM

    Thanks for linking up to Top of the World Style.

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      Lisa
      August 25, 2016 at 6:38 PM

      Thank you for hosting! xx

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    Rachel
    August 25, 2016 at 5:45 PM

    Absolutely loved reading this! I felt like a giddy, overtired, 20-something again myself. Thank you!

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      Lisa
      August 25, 2016 at 6:38 PM

      Haha, you’re so welcome, Rachel! Thank you for reading. xx

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    Sue
    August 26, 2016 at 12:01 PM

    Loved this Lisa! I’ve visited New York twice and as I live in Australia a trip to the Big Apple is certainly an experience. I loved everything about NYC the vibe, the people, the size. You have whetted my appetite to return again.

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      Lisa
      August 26, 2016 at 12:03 PM

      I’m glad you enjoyed reading it, Sue! It sounds like it is about time for you to take a bite out of the Big Apple again…xx

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    Linda
    August 26, 2016 at 2:36 PM

    Amazing photos! I can really see how New York would be like hitting a switch and changing everything to colour from black and white. I have friends who’ve gone to live in America for 6 months for business (we’re from Australia), and on the way to their home base (Carmel by the Sea), they stopped off in New York and stayed for a week or so. They said it was incredible, and beyond describing unless you’re actually there. It just felt truly ‘alive’ to them. I hope to visit one day!!

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      Lisa
      August 26, 2016 at 4:03 PM

      You must, Linda! It is worth the hellishly long trip and time change to experience that energy. Keep me posted! xx

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    amy
    August 26, 2016 at 3:22 PM

    Beautiful story and photos! Love your sequin skirt too!

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      Lisa
      August 26, 2016 at 4:02 PM

      Thank you, Amy! I’m glad you liked it all. xx

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    Liz
    August 28, 2016 at 2:14 PM

    Lisa, this is an exquisitely written post. Your feelings shine through as bright as your sequins and I read it, hearing your voice narrating it. Bravo xxxxxxxxxx

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      Lisa
      August 28, 2016 at 8:50 PM

      Oh, thank you SO much Liz. I really appreciate that. xx

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    Patti
    August 28, 2016 at 10:33 PM

    I enjoyed every word of this post, Lisa! I am trying to make NYC my retirement city. I adore its energy and diversity. Love your sequined skirt too! xo

    -Patti
    http://notdeadyetstyle.com

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      Lisa
      August 28, 2016 at 10:34 PM

      Thanks so much, Patti. Maybe we’ll be neighbours!? xx

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    jodie filogomo
    August 29, 2016 at 12:55 AM

    What fabulous memories!! It’s so fun to revisit our haunts from the younger days!!
    And I must admit, I’m so glad you’re wearing a totally dressy skirt—it looks fabulous!
    jodie
    http://www.jtouchofstyle.com

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      Lisa
      August 29, 2016 at 7:29 AM

      Thank you so much, Jodie! xx

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    Suzy Turner
    August 29, 2016 at 10:14 AM

    What a beautiful post, Lisa. I’m so envious of you having lived in New York! How cool that must’ve been. I visited NY back at the beginning of 2009 and completely fell in love with the city. We’d just spent 10 days in Vegas so it was such a refreshing change. I’d absolutely love to go back one of these days. It’s on our list! A day or two after we returned home, was when that amazing pilot managed to land the plane safely on the Hudson river. I’ll never forget it!
    Love your skirt and shoes combo. You look absolutely stunning, but then you always do!! Gorgeous 🙂
    Suzy xx
    http://www.suzyturner.com

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      Lisa
      August 29, 2016 at 3:06 PM

      Oh, thank you so much Suzy. I’m so glad that you (a writer!) liked the post. Sounds like you’re overdue for a trip back to NYC. xx

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    Emma Peach
    August 29, 2016 at 10:31 AM

    This is bloody brilliant Lisa! I was so immersed in your story – a few lines in and I was wishing you’d write a book. I’m not the only one so you’ve got guaranteed readers 😉 I love that you had a parrot and took him out to restaurants! I always wanted a parrot when I was younger and lived at home but my mum wouldn’t let me have one so my uncle painted a lovely picture of a blue and gold macaw. It’s still on my bedroom wall at my mum’s 🙂

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      Lisa
      August 29, 2016 at 3:05 PM

      I’m so pleased you liked the post, Emma! Another parrot lover, who knew?! xx

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    Sophie at Franglaise Mummy
    September 2, 2016 at 11:02 AM

    Wow! What a fantastic read! This reminds me a lot of my time in Nice, France. I moved there straight from university and lived there for 12 years, leaving with a French husband, English/French daughter, French dog and French cat under my arm. Whenever I go back I see that everything is so different and still just the same all at once, and literally every corner of every street holds memories of my 20 something self. Love, love that river quote too – so true 🙂 xx

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      Lisa
      September 2, 2016 at 2:22 PM

      Thank you Sophie! I’m so pleased you enjoyed this. It sounds like you had a similar experience in Nice…your own coming of age away from home. xx

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    No Fear of Fashion
    September 2, 2016 at 9:37 PM

    Gosh Lisa, this was GOOD! My husband keeps saying “let’s go to bed now”, but I had to read everything of this post first. Loved it. An your shoes and skirt. Don’t you love to buy something terrific for half price?
    Greetje

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      Lisa
      September 3, 2016 at 7:43 AM

      I’m so thrilled you enjoyed it, Greetje! There is nothing like the thrill of buying something you love for 50% off… I wish I could bottle that feeling and sell it, lol! xx

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    Stella
    September 3, 2016 at 9:36 AM

    I really love reading your story Lisa! How did I miss this post? Overtime of reading your posts is like making a small movie in my head, your writing is really exceptional my dear! Your story with NY reminds me of when I was 18 and came in Mykonos with 2 suitcases as well, which included all of my belongings back then! This phrase from Heraclitus says it all, I could not agree more! As for your look, it is absolute perfection, that skirt is love at first sight! <3
    Thank you so much for sharing another beautiful story and look! Have a great weekend!
    Stella
    http://www.stellaasteria.com

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      Lisa
      September 3, 2016 at 2:07 PM

      I’m so pleased you can relate to my story, and I’m so glad you like my sequin skirt (which I wear on repeat) as much as I do! I’m so keen coming to Mykonos one summer soon; your Instagram really makes it look magical and I’ve never been to that part of Greece before. Enjoy your weekend, beautiful. xx

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    Shellie @ The FABulous Journey
    September 6, 2016 at 1:24 AM

    What a fabulous backdrop…sequins and sky scrapers! Thank you for adding your style flair to the My Refined Style Linkup.

    Shellie

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      Lisa
      September 6, 2016 at 8:19 PM

      Thanks Shellie! xx

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    Annette
    September 6, 2016 at 10:16 AM

    Lisa, I have hardly ever read such a fantastic post where I almost felt I am part of the story! You described it so well and lively, you must have had an amazing time.
    I have been to NY twice as a tourist only and really enjoyed it. So happy my daughter can now live there and experience this city for a couple of months.
    The quote is so true as I have been to the most remote places in Asia in the 80s and don’t want to go back there as it wouldn’t be the same and I want to keep the memories of those times…

    xo
    Annette | http://www.ladyofstyle.com

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      Lisa
      September 16, 2016 at 6:04 PM

      Thank you, Annette. I enjoyed writing this, so I’m thrilled that you enjoyed reading it. Your daughter will have her own amazing NY experiences, I have NO doubt. xx

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    Michelle
    September 8, 2016 at 5:42 PM

    What a wonderful, wonderful post Lisa. I felt as if I was right beside you as you took a walk down memory lane and revisited your old haunts. Beautifully written with just the perfect touch of nostalgia.
    Michelle xx

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      Lisa
      September 8, 2016 at 7:41 PM

      Thank you so much, darling Michelle. xx

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    Anna Parkes
    October 9, 2016 at 7:18 PM

    Lisa, this is such a great piece of writing. You’ve conveyed the NY atmosphere so beautifully. These must have been exciting, heady days for the young girl that you were. Thank you for sharing this wonderful insight into your formative life.
    The sandals are fabulous of course, as is the rest of your outfit.
    Have a great week x
    Anna
    http://www.annasislandstyle.com

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      Lisa
      October 9, 2016 at 8:20 PM

      Thank you so much, Anna. I’m so pleased that you enjoyed reading it; it means a lot to have you say that! xx

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    LA CONTESSA
    November 2, 2016 at 4:04 PM

    GREAT STORY……………..enjoyed very much!Where in SOUTH AFRICA did you live?

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      Lisa
      November 2, 2016 at 6:02 PM

      Thank you! I lived in Capetown for a couple of years, but mostly in Johannesburg. It feels like a lifetime ago, and it feels like yesterday. xx

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