Dear old Duke

I can't take a trip home without stopping by my alma mater...

...and checking out the smattering of new(ish) establishments that make Durham evocative of what Brooklyn was perhaps once going for...

...like this locally revered donut shop

I rattled off about three flavors before blurting out "one of each!"

The Duke gardens can't be missed either. There were two brides taking pictures that day, and of course, me.

And you can't forget the majestic Duke chapel

I could have used these back in the day...

These vintage culottes were a score from my mom's closet. She has a treasure trove of stylish pieces from the 80's and early 90's

We ended the fabulous day with light libations at a local brewery, Ponysaurus 

Pictured here reminiscing about the good old days...

top: new look | bottom: vintage | bag: valentino | belt: ferragamo | boots: pour la victoire