Yes, I'm back. Back from the dead upon a one month hiatus that enabled me to move 3,000 miles across the country without losing my cool. Nearly. It's been a crazy ride, nacho average summer, but I'm very excited to officially be writing my very first Your Style Savior post from the West Coast, specifically the golden gated scenery that is San Francisco. Amid the jarring differences that have me tapping my heels together and saying "we're not in NYC anymore" - you actually have to CALL AHEAD for a cab, what a drag, there is something to be said about the laid-back vibe and enjoy-every-moment way of the West Coast folk. As much as I miss the constant frenetic energy of Manhattan, the 24 hour delis and every corner H&M's that rival Madison Avenue's couture shops for best take on fall's hottest trends, there is something to be said about afternoon 90 minute yoga classes, farm fresh cuisine at every single restaurant and charming Victorian townhouses planted on even the grimiest of neighborhoods here in SF. It's hard to admit it, but I'm kind of liking it here, maybe just a bit. And the view almost makes it worth missing NYFW. Almost.