Twenty-five years. Tommy Hilfiger didn’t use the occasion as an excuse to prove some kind of high-design point or channel his inner frustrated rock star (although the soundtrack was pretty great, and he turned out the fanciest front row of the week so far). Instead, his spring collection was a shiny, happy ode to the genre that made him famous: preppy. Don’t forget the twist. This time country club clichés provided the design parameters, resulting in cheeky riffs on proper lawn sport attire. There were shrunken tennis sweaters and eyelet skirts, a rugby sweater reworked as a slouchy, sleeveless shell and Top-siders reimagined as stacked heels. Shrunken blazers and boyfriend shorts came in sparkly tweeds, and minis in grosgrain ribbon. Cable knits, stripes and pleats — if it was preppy, it was part of Tommy’s young, sweet and sales-floor-friendly parade.