Graphic: Jillian Lucas

Once the temperature reaches above 80 degrees, you can bet all my motivation of putting on a real outfit goes out the damn window. Maybe you feel the same. Throughout summer, my uniform is either a dress or shorts and a tank top, because the heat of NYC sucks up every ounce of will in my body and congeals it into a sweaty glob of nothingness. Tank tops are my solace in a time where I start sweating just looking at my clothes in the morning.