Last night, I had the worst dream of my life. I dreamt that I was going to Harvard Business School. I packed up my well-designed apartment, said goodbye to my homies, and left for B-School the next day with my head hanging out of the window of the car as I was trying to grab New York City with my finger tips and hold onto something, anything, that would allow for me to stay there. When I arrived, HBS was crawling with hungry hippos eager to network their way into a new career or find a new friend to start a company with (as many of them do). The worst part of the nightmare wasn't the fact that I was at HBS, because let's face it, HBS will always, in some way, be the shit and you its bitch. It was more the fact that I realized that the only reason I was at Harvard was that I hadn’t killed it in current job.
Suffice to say it was terrifying.
Coco wears a Helmut Lang Top, Zara Duster, Madewell Sweatpants, Miu Miu Embellished Sneakers, Arcadia Patent Bag, Gap Lace Bralette, Ray Ban Aviator Sunnies