Maison Scotch jacket, H&M dress & tights, Vince Camuto boots
It wouldn’t surprise me if shopping eventually became registered as an Olympic sport. Sure, there isn’t a ball to juggle or uniforms required, but ducking and weaving around passerby while wielding a 10-pound bag of clothes certainly requires dexterity, physical prowess, and a fierce competitive instinct.
Powell Street is part of the big leagues, with brightly-colored, name-brand stores competing with clanging cable cars for attention. I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the area for years, associating it with the magic of my first days in San Francisco as well as an obnoxious part of my commute during my frazzled department-store-shop-girl days. Love it or hate it, it makes an impression as it draws hordes of tourists as well as locals.
I purchased this scarf during a half-year-long expedition to India, and seeing it always transports me back to the flurry of sights and sounds I experienced. I’ll never forget huddling underneath it as our open-air bus traveled through the Himalayas or wrapping it around my neck to keep off the desert sun.
Wearing it seven years later in the heart of San Francisco, it reminds me of all the places I’ve traveled and all the adventures I have yet to experience. Even though Powell Street and the alleys of Mumbai couldn’t be more different, I’ll never cease to be awed and inspired by the energy and the sheer volume of people that come with living in the heart of a city.