Memorial Day weekend always hits differently for me in LA. Not the actual meaning of it, obviously—it’s first and foremost a time to honor and remember those who fought for our freedom—but the vibe of it In New York, Memorial Day arrives like the opening fireworks of summer. There’s a collective feeling of: ah, we made it! In L.A., meanwhile, it’s basically just Saturday with better traffic. If my surroundings refuses to provide the seasonal pageantry, I’ll do it myself via nautical stripes (, ), (or the heeled heeled sandal, below), chic (or for the beach—how cool?!) along with pretty (above), (or even more East Coast: !) I can actually throw on with a linen , plus(that reads beach-fresh) and the kind of behavior that suggests I am welcoming summer somewhere with blooming hydrangeas, instead of one mile from Erewhon.