Spring in New York tends to be more fickle than the beautiful women who inhabit it. One minute it’s all sunshine and soft breeze. The next it’s dark storm clouds and running for cover. One must always stow a small umbrella in her bag and never become too attached to her blowout. When Figleaves was kind enough to send me some stellar swimwear, I could not wait to suit up. Problem is, it’s hardly warm enough for exposed limbs and there’s definitely not enough sunshine for SPF. So, when the second to last day of April gave us just one last monsoon to remind us who’s boss, we had to get creative. If rooftop poolparties aren’t in Mother Nature’s forecast for me, I’ll just have to make due with my own watering hole.
shirt:Lucca Couture, hat: Big Buddha, bathing suit: Huit c/o Figleaves, shorts: Joe’s Jeans, shoes: Steve Madden, sunglasses: Pucci, bag: Diane von Furstenberg, towel: Cynthia Rowley, bracelets: Alex and Ani
photos by Brian Schutza