In these deeply divided political times, let me declare one of my staunchest positions: I am a proud proponent of the gossamer, floaty floral dress, no matter what
the month, no matter what the temperature. But may I also declare upfront that I am not one of those women who wafts around half-naked in her sheer frock, even in brutal weather. Though plenty of my friends are bare-leg fanatics—one of them even likens tights to prisons for legs—my limbs always spend the winter encased in those woolen jail cells. I also tend to top my floaty florals with a mammoth sweater, a look that fashion historians who may be reading this will recognize as having been pioneered almost three decades ago by Marc Jacobs in his infamous grunge collection.