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One of the surest signs that it's last call for summer in the city, is the start of the U.S. Open Tennis Championships.

Leo and I rang in September in style with a date night in Donald Trump's box at Arthur Ashe Stadium for 3rd round matches Saturday night.

And because nothing gets the ball rolling on date night better than asking Leo to photograph my outfit and whispering sweet nothings in his ear like, "I have camel toe in every single one of these shots, take them again!" and "I should have married a photographer!" I present to you, what I wore:

{Old Navy vest (now on sale!), J.Crew shirt, Gap shorts, H&M flats, BaubleBar Champagne Crystal Bib necklace, Balenciaga Day bag (last seen here), Cynthia Rowley sunnies (last seen here), bracelets: Tiffany, Isabel Harvey, vintage, Essie Midnight Cami nails, Nars Oasis lip gloss.}

Clearly, he's seduced by my anger and uses it as motivation because he came through with some lovely pictures. Aren't we a great match?

The tennis was a bit of a snooze but I did meet an old friend for a drink thanks to foursquare, which notified me that she was on the grounds too. Now every time someone (Marinka) misses the point and makes fun of me for "checking-in," I'll tell this story.

Hope you're having a glamorous Labor Day weekend.