I used to think style meant knowing what’s hot right now. Like, if Instagram says wide pants are back, then boom, wide pants. If next month it’s slim again, well… goodbye money. At some point I opened my wardrobe and realized half of it looked like a museum of failed fashion phases. Stuff I bought because it looked cool online, not because it actually...
There was a time when trends took years to grow. Now it feels like they are born in the morning and dead by Sunday night. I open Instagram for five minutes and suddenly everyone is wearing the same color sneakers, drinking the same weird green juice, or talking about some new AI app like it will change humanity. Two weeks later? Silence. It’s like...