Starry Eyed

Diesel D-Thara dress The city and subways are already starting to feel sweaty again, and memories from last summer are rushing back at a torrential pace. The official season of the summer dress is just around the corner. I remember my very first real summer in NYC, when I was just 15 years old. In the midst of a sticky July. The pavement vibrating with rising heat. Newspapers used as fans rather than the bearer of news. The sound of the air conditioner becoming such a constant hum that it works its way into the music playing from the boom box sitting on the stoop down the street. Those are the NYC summer memories I have. Childish, starry-eyed dreams of play and...