My Night With the Prostitute from Marseille

Outside is a living snow globe so Judy and I took a walk around Central Park to see little kids sleighing down the hills of snow and ducks swishing around in the lake. It's a great escape from the loud traffic and congestion the city has to offer. As we passed by the lake, I was reminded of the depressing novel, "Catcher in the Rye", where Holden asks, "Where do the ducks go when the pond turns into ice?"

Baroque Sweater: Pixiemarket | Disco Pants: American Apparel | Boots: Timberland | Vintage fluffy coat: Tunnelvision