One of the things I love most about being in New York City is that you never know what you'll run into. Seriously. Today, as I headed back from lunch with friends, I came across an unusual roadblock: A cluster of handsome models donning tweed jackets and feathers in their caps. Turns out it was a party at the Ralph Lauren Rugby Store, a shop aimed at a younger, more Gatsby-meets-Hipster audience.
I wish I had snapped a photo of their "bicycle parking". There were rows upon rows of old-fashioned bicycles across from the store.
Sadly, I couldn't stay long. There's work to be done!
XX
Emma
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