In recent years, spring has started to feel like something of a bygone era, in the same way that people talk about partying in NYC before the advent of cellphones, or those sour Altoids that were discontinued (I was in Zitomer’s the other day and thought they had them, got very excited… they unfortunately did not) Before we’ve really had the chance to defrost, we’re suddenly thrust into a kind of microwave, left to fend for ourselves, arms flailing and most likely improperly dressed.