There’s something I love deeply about city rooftops. They seem to have the power to transport me to a place of romance, where the rarefied air floats champagne bubbles and Sinatra lyrics. So while we were in Manhattan this last time, I asked the Mr. to our hotel rooftop for some stolen kisses before our dinner date at the Nomad hotel’s Library bar. Autumn had descended in New York, and its rooftops, slowly lingered in twilight, sweetly transfixed at a moment in time. At least it seemed so, for a pair of lovers.
Top Shop dress and bracelet. Club Monaco trench coat and and bag, Christian Dior heels, Zara scarf.