Landed in New York less than 24 hours ago and already feel like I’ve had a front-row seat to fall style. Tribeca is its own runway this week—models drifting between castings in perfectly paired with , or . Dinner at Odeon last night, below, was a study in casual elegance (I wore , a and a ), and this morning’s coffee run to Laughing Man doubled as a seminar. Then I read Vogue's rundown on NYFW, which declared that September wardrobes will revert to a trusty, familiar combo: a blazer and jeans. I’ve barely unpacked, but it’s clear my suitcase is missing a few fall essentials: something collared and striped, both , above (I love the piping!), , and (below), and layers that read more “effortlessly cool” than “trying too hard" (, and ). New York wastes no time in reminding you exactly where your style gaps are.