The most popular question I’ve been asked, other than “What is your name?” is “Aren’t you cold?” I love clothing so much that I tend to not really consider the weather when putting together an outfit. If I want to wear something, I wear it. Even if that means layering a bikini top over a dress in 25-degree weather. (Jennifer Lopez would be proud, I’m sure.)

You might call this method of dressing ridiculous, in which case you should three-way call my mom and grandma to discuss this at length. There is truly no wrath like that from a Spanish mom and grandma witnessing their offspring walk out of the house in a cropped puffer jacket — unzipped — into the cold New York City winter. They would always curse my name after I left and, in a flurry of angry text messages, demand I come back home and put on more clothing. I never did.

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