It’s Friday. Downtown Minneapolis struggles with casual Friday, and when it’s warm, bad decisions are made. Take this morning, for example. On my four block walk from the car to Lawyer Land, Inc., I saw some troubling looks: shorts (fine, but please be of firm leg flesh — you know in your heart if you are), jeans (really? — you’re going to gush sweat later), and one poor soul in black tights and boots. But, by far, the prevailing summer look (and one that looks truly good on so few) is the capri pant. Lord god, women, look in the mirror! In what world is a pant that cuts off at the most stumpy part of your calf flattering? Not this world. I beg you to consider the ankle pant. Or a dress. Take the dress I’m wearing today. Another dress from the 50s: a basic fit and flare cotton dress in a pretty print. “Flare” as in there is a delicious breeze under the skirt. “Fit” as in note the interesting one-button side closure at the waist. Paired with an old cloth belt from another dress, and I’m sporting the raffia Weitzmans again. Photos courtesy of Partner J. That’s his shirt hanging in the background, dirty and stinky no doubt from some manly lunchtime run.