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Spring 2025 Fashion Trends: Jackets, Shoes and More to Shop This Season
Easy pants, wafer-thin sweaters, go-everywhere coats and more.
Spring is a time of renewal. As temperatures rise, daylight extends and pollen froths in the air, wardrobes also undergo a turnover. Thick, woolly sweaters and heavy coats are pushed to the back of closets, making way for lighter layers, breathable fabrics and punches of color.
Those looking to refresh their spring wardrobe have no shortage of options to choose from, a fact that can quickly make shopping a daunting endeavor. To help, I spent more than 12 hours browsing websites to find worthy items in eight key categories of springtime attire.
These 48 products come from brands across the world. Some are big, but many are small, independent labels. They range in price from about $60 to $800, and were picked with a variety of body types and personal preferences in mind. Most importantly, they address a desire for simple clothing that is better than basic.
Pants With the Ease of Pajamas
Good news for those in constant search of comfort: Loose pants are still in style, and some of the season’s best come with drawstrings or elastic waists.
They include styles from high-end labels like Pleats Please Issey Miyake and mall chains like Gap. Deiji Studios, an Australian brand, offers a dark pinstripe pair and J. Crew has a sporty style with a stripe down each side. The patchwork look of a pair from Tigra Tigra, a label in Los Angeles, was achieved by working with artisans in India, while another pair, from the in-house line of the San Francisco store Reliquary, has the color and soft silhouette of a cloud.
Wafer-Thin Cardigans
Gossamer-like cardigans have been appearing more on runways and on the people who closely follow them. They are often worn as a sweet — almost ironic — foil to baggy low-rise jeans or slouchy pants that break and pool at the ankle.
The American label Eckhaus Latta, which specializes in knits and is considered by many to be at the forefront of cool sweaters, is offering several shrunken cardigans this season, including one in a coral shade called “langoustine” that was made to mimic a button-up shirt. Geel, an emerging label in Los Angeles, sells a cropped version with a hood and Guest in Residence, a label founded by Gigi Hadid, makes pointelle-knit cardigans in punchy colors like mint green and in neutrals like cream.
Go-Everywhere Coats
As the weather warms, having a polished overcoat that can be worn comfortably over a variety of items — a T-shirt, sweats, a lighter jacket or a blazer — can take some of the guesswork out of getting dressed.
A number of small labels — Kule in New York, Mijeong Park in Los Angeles and Studio Nicholson in London among them — offer calf-skimming versions in neutral shades that evoke the all-weather coats by the heritage Scottish brand Mackintosh. Notable weather-resistant options include a sherbet-colored style from Land’s End and a Banana Republic coat that comes with a matching bucket hat.
Leather Bags With a Beachy Spirit
The spring months could be described as a bridge to beach season. The same could be said for woven leather bags, which mimic the look of luxury versions by Bottega Veneta and marry the heft of a leather carryall with the carefree sensibility of a summery raffia bag.
Traditional basket weaving and other handicrafts inform the aesthetic of the Belgian brand Dragon Diffusion. Bembien and St. Agni, two labels known for sleek designs, offer versions in a range of sizes, including small cross-body bags and substantial totes. While many woven leather bags are stiff at first, they tend to soften with use.
Big Crisp Shirts
Many new styles of cotton or linen shirts — collared or otherwise — are so oversize that they toe the line between casual and formal, making them more versatile. They can be worn untucked with a pair of jeans or paired with slim slacks for a more formal look.
The French label Charvet, founded in 1838, traditionally affixes mother-of-pearl buttons to each of its designs, which are produced in solids, stripes and other patterns. With Nothing Underneath, a brand in London, offers button-ups in a selection of pastels, and Flore Flore, a Dutch brand, produces its versions in Portugal using organic Italian cotton.
Offbeat Denim Jackets
Denim jackets are generally durable, easy to layer and give a dash of Americana to an outfit. These days, there are many that break from the garment’s classic trucker look.
Meals, a label in Los Angeles and orSlow, which was founded in Nishinomiya, Japan, offer coverall jackets with deep pockets and relaxed shapes that take inspiration from vintage work wear. Other versions include a pullover boat-neck style by Toast, a brand started in Wales, and a tailored jacket with an hourglass shape by Caron Callahan, a designer in New York, which has a square neckline and can be worn in lieu of a blouse.
Breezy Full Skirts
Full skirts have long been a shoulder season wardrobe staple in countries like Japan and Italy, where they easily transition from being worn with coats and sweaters to being styled with T-shirts and sandals.
Standout versions now available include an army green skirt made with an iridescent ripstop Japanese cotton by 6397, a label in New York; a style made of Italian taffeta — and with pockets — by KasMaria, another a local brand; and an adjustable skirt that ties at the hip by Brooke Callahan, a designer in Los Angeles.
Dainty Sneakers
Newly released sneakers are embracing the proportions and details of ballet flats, moving a category long saturated with chunky shapes to a more delicate place.
Embodying this daintier style is Ralph Lauren’s so-called Ballerina sneaker, which has a tapered toe and an elasticized heel, and a new tennis shoe by Repetto, the French pointe shoemaker, which is laced with ballet-pink ribbons. Both pairs have whisper-thin soles, as do other streamlined sneakers from Larroudé and Dries Van Noten, brands whose styles appear to take inspiration from 1970s footwear.
The ethics behind our shopping reporting. When Times reporters write about products, they never accept merchandise, money or favors from the brands. We do not earn a commission on purchases made from this article.
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Thanksgiving far from Home: How Americans abroad celebrate
A traditional Thanksgiving dinner can be hard to come by when you’re overseas. How do Americans living abroad celebrate when they’re far, far from home?
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A traditional Thanksgiving dinner can be hard to come by when you’re overseas. How do Americans living abroad celebrate when they’re far, far from home?
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L.A. Affairs: During my year of yes, could I find love at LACMA’s jazz night?
We were invited to Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s jazz night by our mutual friends, Rich and Nicole. I, the self-appointed queen of snacks, brought a plethora of goodies and drinks from my Sherman Oaks apartment. This was one of my very first forays back into the world post-COVID-19 vaccine, and I was mostly ready to mix and mingle again with the masses.
Nicole waved me over to the chairs up front, coveted seats that Alex had saved by getting there an hour early on the bus. I said “Hi” and extended my apologies for being late.
“Tho thsorry,” I sighed with a slight lisp from my new Invisaligns. (I would later learn Alex thought my orthodontia-induced speech impediment was pretty cute.) “I parked so far away I might as well be in the Valley.”
Alex chuckled.
I would soon learn that this die-hard Westsider had not owned a car since his 2001 Cadillac DeVille’s transmission blew up on the 5 Freeway four years ago. I passed out thimbles of sake I brought to share and noticed a woman sitting next to Alex. She was smiling at the group. I asked her if she’d like some too.
I thought Alex was pretty cute in his light maroon jacket — the kind that’s perfect for those May gray evenings — and one that highlighted his wispy blond hair. But I figured the smiling sake lady and he were together.
The next two hours were filled with chitchat in between sets: Nicole’s end-of-school-year frenzy, Rich’s musician thoughts about those sweet drum riffs and where we should all go to grab a bite after. The Grove or Canter’s? Alex and I were seated at opposite ends in our row. I passed down snacks and at some point noticed the woman who was sitting next to him was no longer there.
Maybe, that wasn’t his girlfriend. Could it be that he was unattached?
After the concert, we strolled on Fairfax Avenue. I learned that Alex was originally from Long Island, N.Y., and asked him to break out an accent like “The Sopranos.” He gave me a dutiful “fuhgeddaboudit.” As a Midwestern transplant, I found this hilarious. We stopped for ice cream at Wanderlust.
Conversation was easy. After all, we had each known Rich and Nicole for years. Somehow, though, Alex and I had never met at the Friendsgivings or birthday get-togethers. We would later recount the almosts and the maybes in our nearly 20 years in Los Angeles. At one point, he was staying at a motel just a five-minute walk from my first apartment near Hollywood Boulevard and Western Avenue.
Could we have run into each other at the nearby Ralphs? Maybe it was just not the right time — till now.
The next month, the four of us met up for another jazz club and wandered again to Wanderlust. A few weeks later, I got a text from Alex asking if we should keep jazz club going while Rich and Nicole were on their honeymoon.
This was my self-proclaimed, post-isolation year of yes, and I made a promise to myself to be more open by saying more yeses to things. I texted him back: Yes!
I was unsure if this was a date, but I packed my summer picnic bag full of yummy snacks and once again headed over the hill to Mid-Wilshire. When I got there, Alex had saved two seats, and I realized it would just be the two of us for two hours of jazz. I offered him a Trader Joe’s drink and reminded myself that I was in my 40s now and that it was OK to just be myself. With the background of those sweet drum riffs and a little liquid courage, Alex and I shared how we both ended up in L.A. Turns out we were both in search of a new life path — one that wasn’t already figured out for us back home.
After the concert, we headed toward our routine haunt but then opted to make a new memory at the Original Farmers Market, where we ordered a couple of coffees and doughnuts before Bob’s Coffee & Doughnuts closed.
As I swiveled on my diner stool, the butterflies started to grow.
We strolled back to my car, and I offered him a ride. He declined, but I couldn’t quite fathom how he was going to get home so late at night. (Two years later, I would opt in to Alex’s car-free lifestyle too.)
In my teacher-voice, I insisted.
He hopped in the car and extended the seat, his 6-foot-2 frame expanded like an accordion. I unabashedly asked him to hand me my night-driving glasses. He calmly said, “I don’t know where those are.”
I was so comfortable with him already that I forgot we didn’t really know each other yet. As I opened the glove compartment, our hands slightly brushed each other’s, and there was a moment of excitement. Per his request, I dropped him near La Cienega and Santa Monica boulevards. He would catch the No. 4 bus home, which runs all night on Santa Monica Boulevard, and I would take the Canyon over the hill back to my place.
We said our goodbyes as we watched a sedan make a left and get stuck in the middle of the median. Never a dull moment out west.
Our second date at the Getty summer concert yielded a third date at SoFi Stadium, where the Red Hot Chili Peppers sang our song: “Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner / sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in, the City of Angels / Lonely as a I am, together we cry.”
As we kissed, I knew that this would be something special, a gift that only L.A. could offer.
The author lives with her boyfriend, Alex, on the Westside. They are car-free and still take the No. 4 bus to jazz club at the LACMA every summer.
L.A. Affairs chronicles the search for romantic love in all its glorious expressions in the L.A. area, and we want to hear your true story. We pay $400 for a published essay. Email LAAffairs@latimes.com. You can find submission guidelines here. You can find past columns here.
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