IN NEW YORK, weather can be extreme. Whatever the current season, it can feel endless; we forget the potential for variation. In the winter, we can barely imagine life unbundled from layers upon layers. In the summer, a closed-toe is unthinkable while pavement is melting beneath your feet. But sometimes, we allow ourselves a dream of something different. In mid-January, it’s a good time for a spring reverie.

PROENZA SCHOULER / THAKOON

ISAAC MIZRAHI / ADAM

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