For the girl who takes blurry film pics and says “I could live here” in every neighborhood. This is her NYC starter pack: I ❤️ NY tees, mini cameras, souvenir chaos, and shoes cute enough to get lost in.
She’s journaling on the subway, crying at Whole Foods, and wearing thrifted things that smell like Palo Santo. Shop her soft-spoken spiral — crystals, flowy layers, and oat milk matcha in a mason jar.
Everything here says “quiet luxury,” but she’s not quiet and she doesn’t care. A full breakdown in head-to-toe black, iced matcha in hand, and a to-do list longer than her situationship history.
Coffee-stained tote bags, Canva tabs, Notion dashboards, and 5 lip glosses she swears are different. This is for the girl who’s becoming her — with cute sneakers and unhinged ambition.