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Much to some of my edgy new york friends dismay- there is something about summer that just makes me want to throw on a maxi dress and float around the city looking like some 1970's love child on acid. You have to be fully commited to the look and fully commited to swinging that long dress over your shoulders while you wait for the train, bus, walking down stairs etc. So if you see someone trouncing around Tribeca in a bright orange dress with pink crochet- it just might be me.
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