We did it, you guys. We’re over the hump. In just two more days winter will officially be done.
Two more days after that and these sentences will have to be read in the past tense, and yes, technically we could edit them, but that’s like choosing to leap over an obstacle when you could walk through a door: it’s more dramatic to hop the fence!
(Ok so fine, that’s not that dramatic, but all of the above packs a punch.)
So does wearing a red floral shirt to run errands or grab lunch.
Spring is the season to YOLO-dress — what the hell
To blow up monograms on military jackets
To play: Vetements or DHL?
The weather itself can be confusing, but gingham is always right
Raincoats are always safe
And there’s nothing wrong with wearing white.
In New York City, in the springtime, people start wearing the clothes that they’ve been saving
Like shoes better suited for bare ankles
(But there’s still no point in shaving).
There’s exists the confusion of the in-between, of:
Do I bring a coat or take a risk?
But most opt for shedding layers, well-knowing spring wind can be brisk.
In Manhattan, in the springtime, what’s key is that anything goes:
Never mind, they’re my point exactly: anything your heart desires
Be it stripes, houndstooth, baggy, tight, camel, camo, pants or no…
In New York City, in the springtime, whatever sings to you is gold.
Photographed by Krista Anna Lewis.