And the end. And the beginning. And the end. And the beginning, and the end, and the beginning. And the endginning.
We’ve been this way before. But never just like this. And yet here we are – again – and it feels a little like deja vu or vertigo.
Fashion is the reflection of an age, and age is the reflection of a fashion. We go in circles and circles and circles.
We’re here, in this place, to remind ourselves that this will all be gone again someday.
But for now, let’s make the most of it.