Southern California is not often romanticized when it comes to fall dressing—it's still pushing 80 degrees, and you have to trade the changing leaves for friendly palm trees. After a couple of years in New York City, I had forgotten how strange (and oddly inspiring!) this time of year can feel in Los Angeles, and I don’t see a lot of fashion people talk about it. L.A. girls are the masters at keeping it low-key, but they also have such a strong sense of style identity. Autumn might look a bit different on the West Coast, but then again, so can my outfits.
While living in Manhattan, my fall dressing was led by practicality. Think: chunky layers to keep me warm (I am a baby about cold weather), boots that could withstand my consistent 10,000-step count days, and a tiny West Village closet overflowing with coats for every occasion. But returning to the golden state has only gifted me with ease—no more overthinking and more days of outfit repeating.
