When my students invite me to their events — a performance, a runway show, an impromptu screening.
What I encounter there isn’t only the work of young bloods — it’s a different relationship to the world, beginning to articulate itself. A way of dressing, performing, showing — not imitative, but one that twists references, makes them its own.
I consider it a rare privilege: to witness the worlds they are shaping, to get a glimpse of a generational sensibility (Gen Z), in short, to come into contact with what’s to come.
And when the lead singer has a My Bloody Valentine sticker on his guitar, you can’t help but nod — in silence or in some kind of internal feedback loop.
Nothing is fixed. Everything signals.
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