A few days before her Fall 2024 runway show, designer Anna Sui sits me down inside her purple-walled studio and shows me some new T-shirts, which are re-creations of shirts she made in the ’90s. I sheepishly admit I’ve already seen them. “On Olivia Rodrigo?” she asks. Well, yes—but not just on her. Gen Z has Anna Sui on the brain. I’m thinking about my friends and myself and the fervid fashion fans I have parasocial relationships with online.

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There was a period during the early mid-’00s when New York felt like the white-hot center of fashion: The internet had smashed down the industry’s gates, making those once-rarefied runways accessible; and while Europe’s fashion centers resisted the great democratization, New York City embraced it: the celebrities on the front row, the reality shows, the mass-market designer collaborations, the bloggers (sort of), the tents! It was slick and starry, if a little one-note.

There we were one day on a river, my daughter and I, gliding along the Rio Grande in a raft made of bamboo, with cup-holders by the seats and a spray of pink flowers in the centre and the Blue Mountains in the distance. On a second vessel a little further on were my son and his father, similarly bathed in a rippling pastoral peace while our boat captains plunged their long oars down to the river floor, surging us onwards, over rocky terrain where the water rushed, past quiet swathes of banana-trees and silvery coconut palms.

Bad Bunny started off the 2023 Grammys with a bang. The musician delivered a larger-than-life rendition of his Un Verano Sin Ti tracks "Después de la Playa" and "El Apagón" Sunday evening. The superstar kicked off the show parading through the crowd with massively sized puppets of Puerto Rican icons like Hector Lavoe and Roberto Clemente while a crew of dancers took over the venue floor as well as the stage.