We’ve always dressed for an audience. Rarely hidden behind steering wheels, anxious to escape our tiny homes, we’ve strutted and pranced and collided—the mainstream bumping into the subversive, the Birkin bag next to the B-boy—since before there were sidewalks. In the past 40 years, we’ve gone from long hair to big hair to flat hair, from giant shoulder pads to visible thongs, from blue jeans to … blue jeans, perpetually, as always, on parade.