I spent an hour sitting on a bench in front of a school, simply watching the flow of kids and teens as they walked out. What struck me first was the sameness: black and white outfits, simple silhouettes, minimal details, and almost identical makeup choices. Some walked alone, others in small clusters, but the visual language was surprisingly uniform. It wasn’t disinterest. It was something quieter, almost protective.
Their clothing felt like a shield.
