Wore one of my favorite corsets for dinner with the girls a few nights ago. I’m not sure if getting older or two-ish years spent inside (first quarantining, then working from home) are to blame for my aversion to slinkier silhouettes, but I’ve fully embraced the oversized ‘fit. Menswear blazers and wide-legged trousers from here on out, please. The wider the better—especially if a three-course meal at Damian is involved. (Tiny tops simply help give the illusion of effort.)
And do make room for the food; I’m still dreaming about it. The guac was unreal; tlayuda, exquisite; and the celery root (made vegan) was like nothing I’ve had before. The service was impeccable, too—so if you’re downtown, skip Bestia and make a res for this Mexican restaurant instead.
. . .
xx
Your turn. Thoughts?