Happy New Year! 2012 is here, and I've been bringing it in with a bit of a bang due to the fact that I had four days off from work. Starting with an excursion into Soho for an impromptu shopping session with the bestie on Friday, my weekend has stretched into a blur of staying up late, drinking tequila and orange juice, and watching scary movies from the 90's at an adult slumber party. (Three grown women watching I Know What You Did Last Summer, Scream, and Jeepers Creepers, before we called it quits.)
I rang in the new Year at the same party I've been going to for years now, hosted by my good friend Karina. Drinks galore, as they always are, I had never been happier to take a cab to and from a party, as opposed to driving. I got a little wasted; or maaaayyyybbeeee so trashed that I actually took a nap for a couple of hours at the party-
Champagne Toasts and Caviar Dreams
I've worn black probably the last three New Years Eve's in a row. This year was no different, with me ending up in a sheer black button-up and black sequined shorts, and the other option I had in mind was also onboard the 'when-in-doubt-wear-black' train. The Deena Jones-esque showstopper featured a thigh-high slit and glimmer star print, a la Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2011. Maybe next year?