An instantaneous sense of reality, a dose of what women want to wear. Stop torturing people with clothes. Start making them feel good, god damn it. Looking at what has become of Chloé since it was left in Hannah Macgibbon’s hands (not to say the girl isn’t working hard) is to see the gaping void left in the world of modern sportswear since Phoebe Philo packed her bags and made “mom” a full-time job. But if anything the time away from the fashion world has tempered the effortless aesthetic that made Chloé such a hit into a concise, dynamic, and pleasantly accessible vision of what a woman can look like. There’s no need to be slutty, gaudy, tattered, or tarted up in Philo’s clothes. You slip on a dress, slide into your favorite sandals, and that’s it. The staggering simplicity of such a statement is cause for both praise and concern. What’s happened in the world of fashion when it feels so revolutionary, so new to forgo adornment and artifice in favor of ease and nonchalance?