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Who am I if not bold and sometimes brash? I've never been the soft-spoken, mysterious girl so often coveted in the dreams of the lost hero onscreen. I usually let my mouth get the best of me. For the most part, it's worked out. I have found most of my regrets stem from affections un-said, opinions un-voiced. I may lose at the whole perplexing-princess, ingenue trope, but I don't think my clothes would fit in her wardrobe anyway.

One must be of the audacious variety to snag a seat on a downtown 9 a.m. train to the Financial District, or triumph over combative taxi drivers at a crosswalk, or get a job in NYC where everyone is vying for the same "American Dream," carrying equal amounts schooling and exceeding amounts connections.

I don't think I'd call this yellow-printed pants set brash, but audacious? The sea of morning commuters part to make way for the woman drowning in analogous yellow print, or so I imagine—maybe I just smelled bad. It takes a bold personality to carry an all-over print, since you're certain to garner a doubletake or two.

I added a black, leather jacket and black pumps to my Zara set to streamline the color palate, but could not resist a bold lip a la Nars, Fast Ride to finish off the "don't think about turning right on red-it's my turn to walk-I look fierce-plus I can't walk any faster because, these heels hurt" look.

Bold gets you a job in New York. Brash helps when your broker's fee isn't comparable to his services.

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 [pants/blouse-zara, jacket-macy's (old), necklace-target (similar), shoes-h&m]