You don’t reject tradition. You sample it. Edit it. Improve it. You’ve seen the archives and the algorithm. You move easily between both. By night, you trade the screen for candlelight, a slow drink, a crowded room, and conversation that lasts longer than the ice.

YOUR UNIFORM:
An oversized fur shawl, a cotton canvas bomber jacket, a pink oxford shirt, acid-washed brown denim, a bold half boot for masculine edge, a chic comb, well-finished hair, and glowing eyes and cheeks.