You learned layering in a fourth-floor walkup off Waverly. There’s a coffee in your hand and a rumor in your ear. Indie sleaze was never a phase. It’s just better funded now.

YOUR UNIFORM:
Sunglasses all the time, your ex’s hoodie, your grandma’s cardigan, a vintage brooch, long leather gloves, a Balenciaga bag, platform boots, intentional bedhead, and an aura that’s impossible to forget.