Ready or not, here fall comes. Summer nights, beach days, and salty hair happenings give me the autumn blues every September. 500 days of Summer for President, anyone? The only thing that gets me through is epic fall fashion. It is now appropriate for me to be donning biker jackets and snakeskin boots without mothers holding their children tightly as I pass by. I’ll be diving head first into floor grazing coats, eskimo puffers, turtlenecks, and leather everything to assuage the pain.