Lana Del Rey, the patron saint of perma-bedroom eyes and vacant stares, set us up for a sleepy summer that seemed to come and go without much fanfare.
Summer used to have a life-changing, carefree pulse to it, but it's already mid-August and winter is far too close. Summer sandals are being murderously discounted or pulled from store displays entirely. In their place are Chelsea boots and oxfords -- the standard New York Fall/Winter uniform. But whether you're in fashion-approved Birkenstock slides or Fall transition shoes, the same ennui still hangs over you. With a wry and detached sadness, you know that your summer pales in comparison to Leonardo Dicaprio's.
In a city where nightlife is ever-present, can we really be this bored? There's always another party. Another gallery opening. Another pop-up shop. Another website to refresh. And that is precisely the problem. Somewhere along the line, boredom switched from cool posturing to a genuine state of being.