Think spring.

Jonas had a torrid affair with the Northeast, and now he's left us pregnant with snow. One thing I've learned from living in New York is that city snow is very much not at all like country snow. Whereas country snow leaves you in awe of the mesmerizing beauty that nature is capable of, city snow is quaint for maybe half an hour, and then it becomes bitter and resentful like the rest of us.

Winter just sucks. Personally. For me. I'm one of those SAD people who has a hard time getting out of bed during the months of January, February, and March—maybe even April—so to help myself stay out of funks I rely on grasping at the idea that spring will come one day; all things spring, all the time, all in an attempt to distract myself from the reality that is a loss of facial sensation whenever I go outside. "What about a sun lamp," you ask? No! That's logical and practical, and not the way I do things. Also there's no room in my apartment.

Zara blazer and jeans

Inhabit cardigan

Banana Republic belt

Forever 21 platforms

Tucum earrings