Fashion is the one constant companion of a human life. We arrive in it, wrapped before we can speak, grow into it, using it to test out who we are, who we want to be, and who we refuse to be. And when life ends, we are dressed one last time, sent off in fabric chosen with care and meaning. Fashion, then, is not decoration bolted onto the outside of a person. It is closer to architecture: the visible structure of an inner world, quietly narrating the story of the people who wear it.