3 Challenging Fastion Spring Trends

Spring 2013 Trend: Bermuda Shorts.

The slouchy, cool-girl shorts that were all over the New York runways this season are perfect for every girl who never felt like she could pull off those cheek-baring cutoffs so beloved on Instagram (i.e., most of us). They’re ultra chic, fam-friendly, and flattering; seriously, what’s not to love?

  Calvin Klein Spring.   Francisco Costa closed New York Fashion Week with a minimal but graphic Calvin Klein collection that covered some of the American season's biggest trends. Namely: Black-and-white and graphics. Seamed dresses with exaggerated peekaboo bra details followed one after another. Calvin Klein Spring . In a quite fantastic optic moment, the designer layered black moire over white shift. It was in a wave pattern that, when the model walked, looked like it was undulating  itself. .

     Calvin Klein Spring. The graphic nature segued into monotone separates, too. All-white looks featured slivers of black that ended up lending the silhouettes a flattering visual line...like shaving a few inches off on both sides. On exits where the shape might be tough—like peplum—this is a welcome visual trick.  

Ralph Lauren Ralph Lauren is the American in Paris...and Barcelona and perhaps Mexico City. The designer was in a jet set mood, like others this season, giving his American sportswear staples a far-flung feel.  

       A story like this could start almost anywhere. It could start with the bad, beautiful boyfriend in high school whose betrayal stings decades later. It could start with simmering annoyance at the husband. It could start with the incipient jowl, the first hot flash. I choose, though, to start my story in Shakespearean style, around the cauldron with the witches brewin' up some trouble. I was a married woman in the second half of her forties, coming off a decade of spartan attention to job, children, husband, hearth. The witches were about my age but all footloose and single. Our cauldron took the shape of three martini glasses; our brew, Absolut. The incantation: their complicated affairs with multiple married men, recited down to obscene bedroom mishaps and delights. In the darkness of the bar, they wove their spell. I sat listening, struck mute, a dullard with nothing to add but the dry toad of my long marriage, which, judging by my friends' tales from the forbidden frontiers of the extramarital tryst, was only a front for male infidelity anyway.