I woke up this morning convinced that New York can be divided into two distinct eras: Before the Knicks won last night and After the Knicks won last night. Post-game, the city practically levitated. People hung out apartment windows. Entire groups formed on random street corners simply to scream. And grown adults performed increasingly kooky good-luck rituals to make it all happen. Case in point: after Monday's loss, Ben Stiller reportedly retired an unlucky Knicks Finals t-shirt and started fresh for Game 3. Which, frankly, feels like exactly the level of fashion accountability we should all be embracing. For my part, I wore my new blouse yesterday. Several hours later, the Knicks pulled off a dramatic comeback victory. I am merely presenting the facts. Today, the city feels optimistic. Slightly sleep-deprived. But optimistic. I too feel it—in my lace-trimmed shorts, below—like my legs can survive another 10,000-step day. I may even be able to snag ’s cute new before they sell out, below, as well these in every color (for $20!), and . Plus: 's latest arrivals, where the cost-per-compliment ratio is looking exceptionally strong.