Technically, fall doesn't officially start until September 22, but I can't help feel that Labor Day constitutes as the beginning of the end.
Here's a bittersweet ode to the end of summer, to the floral short-shorts and sundresses, to all the bright colors and memories of my favorite season, to the childlike joy and adventures it induced.
Having spent most of summer elsewhere, I probably missed the quintessential New York summer, but this post serves as a happy reminder and celebration of things I did experience.
Not pictured (/not experienced this year): commuting in the sweltering subway heat, Le Bain Sundays before sunset, a trip to the Hamptons, Shakespeare in the park, Summer Streets on Park Ave, the Jazz Lawn Party, Warm Up nights at MoMA PS1, etc.
In other words, I have a lot to look forward for next year!