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Clutches and other accessories on sale. Image by thestyleline 

The Style Line has partnered with Nordstrom to show you guys a few amazing accessories that are available in this year’s Nordstrom Anniversary SaleA girl can’t have too many go-to bags… 

Fashion designer, Samantha Pleet shows us her favorite Greenpoint haunts and shares her personal and professional insights on Brooklyn in it’s entirety…

Catch up with Emily Saunders who shares her experiences growing up in the East Village and her favorite spots that she frequents for inspiration… 

Meet Anna Kimelman who shares her goals for Line Dry, the necessity of travel and the story she hopes to share with her community…

Photos by Erin Yamagata for The Style Line

SUMMER IN THE CITY with The Style Line’s summer intern, Laine Kisiel

Big hair, bigger city. As someone who has constantly been renamed and identified as “that curly haired girl” I’ve grown used to having to respond to change well. Even when it came to the time, someone told me my hair looked like little orphan Annie’s (not responding to that now or ever). I am used to being labeled based on my exterior and brightly blonde features. Similarly, I have noticed New York is branded by external tourist views, not of the locals: the home-grown friends of the city. Yes I have voluminous hair and, yes New York rarely sleeps, but there is a bit more to the branding of us than meets the eye.  

New York and I, therefore, have something in common. I don’t mind being known as the Shirley Temple of the crew, and I’m sure NYC doesn’t mind being known for it’s skyline, but more often I wish people knew us as our true personalities evolve. Like my insatiable need to pet every dog I see, my on-going process of self-actualization, irritability with birds and reality show suggestions, and my aspirations for an independent future. Similarly, I wish New York was instantly thought of as a curator of culture, home of the purest form of ambition, the kindness of strangers helping baby strollers up the subway stairs, and the way everyone is wanting to collaborate over brunch (~brunch 4 evr~). Small coffee shops run by local artists and barbers, the clothing designer that moonlights as a bass guitarist, the strings of Christmas lights left up in small bars, and that one brown stone stoop you swoon over every day after work. New York has more features than a Drake song, many that part-time visitors will never see. I wish New York was known for these small moments, just as I wish people knew me for mine. That is one thing I wish people asked me more often, about my small moments. That time I watched subway performers on the Penn Station plat for 20 straight minutes, how I feed carrots to the horses on 5th Ave (sorry if that’s not allowed), and where to find the best eggs Florentine. Let’s move away from tagging me in pictures as the curly haired girl, and staying in hotels right in the center of Times Square. New York and I have a lot in common, big hair, bigger city, biggest personalities. 

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- LAINE KISIEL