we don’t look back with nostalgia.

we look back with recognition.

we come from a time when everything changed—

when streets were redrawn, when our voices grew louder,

when we stopped asking for permission

and started speaking from who we were.

from stone façades to open beaches.

from silence to self-expression.

from inside to out.

1992 wasn’t a trend.

it was a turning point.

the year we stepped into the world

without letting go of who we were.

we built forward, not away.

we grew roots and reached out.

this is the presence of that moment.

worn without noise.

felt without force.

we don’t wear the past to remember it.

we wear it because it still fits.