I leaned into mourning in a black boatneck long-sleeve t-shirt and black jeans.
I quickly found that I wasnt alone.
The first two young women I saw after I left my apartment were also cloaked in head-to-toe black.
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Walking down the train platform in Williamsburg, Brooklyn felt like a funeral procession.
During such precarious moments, our clothing takes on a bigger meaning.
It becomes armor, a source of comfort, a signal of shared values.
Being surrounded by people in mourning clothes offered an unexpected moment of comfort and community.
Fashion is an art, yes, but it is also foundational to our everyday lives.
And in desperate times, it becomes a salve.
Today, I look around theVogueoffice and see my coworkers using clothing as a coping mechanism.
Others yearned for a sense of normalcy and dressed for business as usual.
Grief is a lonely feeling.
