I landed in New York just before midnight last night, which felt late until my 17-year-old niece arrived home sometime later from Governor's Ball with a Choate friend in town. Both were wearing vintage , bodysuits, boots, and the sort of energy that only belongs to people under 21. She collapsed onto the couch beside me, immediately launching into videos from the day, grinning ear to ear. "Ten out of ten," she declared. Today, the plan is top ten territory together: the pop-up, the Resort presentation, and the Knicks. The style agenda while I’m here? A little more lightness, a little more optimism, and a lot more summer fun. Just enough extra to make everyday feel slightly more like a 10, starting with the top, above, the sequin mini, below, this pink (under $100) bag (my niece’s!), this delicate (-esque) , this decadent (with a tank), and this fun (without the belt).