The Cereal Aisle by Leandra Medine Cohen

June is the unsung hero of spring. Summer takes all the credit for what makes the month good, but it’s the breeze at the front of June — the excited energy that lingers in the air as it feels like the year is actually drawing to a close — that seals the expansion that sweeps in.

I think we are pretty resistant to newne...

Last week was a trip. We got up to 97 degrees on Tuesday, just one degree shy of Nick Lachey. And in spite of the heat, which lasted nearly a week and will often incur the other side of the coin on the New Yorker Lament (It’s too cold! Why do we live here? almost always becomes It’s too hot by July), there was a palpable buzz, an effortless embrace, a film o...

If walking up and down the strip contained between the borders of Carnegie and Lenox Hills have alerted me to any overwhelming trend, it is the boyish pants sitting low rise on the young ladies who traverse the same strip.

There are loads of rodeo buckles out there too (no doubt thanks to Khaite and Celine’s spring belts — and an overarching stylistic return to the old...