New York City in summer isn’t hot… it’s sticky.
In addition to sticky I would say it’s busy (proven by the traffic that delayed my bus ride into Port authority station), beautiful (the brownstones off of Washington Square Park are evidence enough), and overwhelming (both in a good and honestly, in a bad way).
When I bought my first mascara I was roped into a Covergirl blue tube of “professional mascara”. The reason I picked it up… my mom, a non-makeup wearer, recommended it. While I love my mom, she didn’t know what she was talking about. It was runny, and clumpy, and grey, and horrible. I was a “professional mess” and in an aisle of mascara tube after mascara tube I had no idea which tube to buy next.