POV: The Caribbean Besties Take NYC The cold air hits your face the moment you step out of JFK, but you and your bestie? Unbothered. Dressed in all-black, serving Caribbean heat in the NYC streets, you strut through the airport like itโs a runway. Your long coat sways with every step, while your bestie adjusts her beanie, smirking. "Bestie, we really look like we belong here." "Duh. Black is our color, and NYC is our playground." First stop? A rooftop cafรฉ in SoHo. Next? Shopping in Times Square. And tonight? A rooftop lounge with a skyline view. The city isnโt ready for you twoโblack, bold, and effortlessly stylish.
POV: The Caribbean Besties Take NYC
The cold air hits your face the moment you step out of JFK, but you and your bestie? Unbothered. Dressed in all-black, serving Caribbean heat in the NYC streets, you strut through the airport like itโs a runway. Your long coat sways with every step, while your bestie adjusts her beanie, smirking.
"Bestie, we really look like we belong here."
"Duh. Black is our color, and NYC is our playground."
First stop? A rooftop cafรฉ in SoHo. Next? Shopping in Times Square. And tonight? A rooftop lounge with a skyline view. The city isnโt ready for you twoโblack, bold, and effortlessly stylish.