It was hot and humid on my first day at Columbia. After traveling all day, I put on my Crocs, a plain white JCrew top, and a denim knee length skirt.
They were standing in the endless check-in line, facing me, although I didn’t notice the group of them until I got a little further. Around one of their necks was a wrinkled floral scarf, topping a cobalt blazer over skinny gray pants. Another wore a distressed straw fedora, v-neck and black leather jacket decked in a few silver zippers. The third sported a dark wash denim jacket and light wash denim pants- a look I had only seen on the pages of Vogue and on the runways.