I’m not a particularly trendy person. I wear a lot of hand-me-down clothes (yes, as an adult), and not the cool kind that look like they’re from whatever decade is currently in fashion. I know painfully little about what is happening in “trendy” spheres of influence.
Despite this, I recently found myself in the middle of an ocean of Cosby sweaters, male jeggings, and styled moustaches that had that warm, fuzzy, “cool” feeling. Through the grapevine I heard about an international street art event, and you bet I went — Walmart cargo shorts, oversized shower sandals and all.