When I first moved to New York I remember being really surprised by how cute everyone looked on the weekends. I had just moved from L.A. where all I ever saw was Juicy Couture sweatsuits. Eight years later, I still have to remind myself to get properly dressed on Saturday mornings. My current go-to weekend wear: flared 70’s-inspired jeans. They remind me of pictures of my parents from when my mom ironed her hair and my dad had a huge mustache, and best of all, they’re incredible comfortable.