The Dressing Room: courting cool at Drake’s Juno Awards after-party
When I was in high school, I was more of an in-betweener than part of any specific clique. Where I ate my lunch alternated between outside the gym, the student council room or the “popular” table, while crushes varied from sensitive boys trapped in a jock façade to bookworms who boasted about their close ties with the physics teacher. But most markedly of all was the misnomer that was my “personal style.”