I was sorta hoping we could just skip the whole winter thing, especially after it was 60 degree in December. But alas, the universe has a cruel, cruel sense of humor and has decided to royally fuck us with beyond frigid, dark days in 2016, here on the East Coast at least. I, for one, can’t stand to be cold, and it’s hard enough to motivate to get out of bed let alone to put on anything but a big sweater and sweatpants. But alas, that’s not exactly the dress code of the magazine world, so I really need some motivation to get dressed for the next two months. Luckily, it’s not hard to find on the streets, where bundled-up chic is the new normcore.