For decades, the commute demanded a certain visual sobriety. To travel from Point A (the domestic) to Point B (the professional) was to undergo a physical transition. We donned the "armor" of the workplace—stiff collars, muted palettes, and sensible shoes. This was the "Standard Dressorder," a visual contract that signaled our readiness to be productive. It was a costume designed to disappear into the crowd. II. The Arrival of the Frivolous
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