People who have time to contemplate such things usually count fall as their favorite fashion season. Extreme weather demands that we dress primarily to "deal with it." So we are relieved to move beyond August, when sticky thighs attached themselves to subway seats, our hair was perpetually both matted and frizzy, our clothes rumpled and barely accessorized. Even worse is winter, when we reluctantly transform into a city of suicidal caterpillars, wrapped in sleeping bags, shuffling through sludge in the constant dark. But in between are the most alluring windows... More >>>