Photo by Joshua K. Jackson on Unsplash[/caption] It was a rainy Monday night. I’d just survived the flight from hell: seven hours, non-stop turbulence and a vomiting stranger next to me. Plus, I had to wake up at 6AM the next day. Tired and irritated, I dragged my luggage and woe-is-me attitude to the airport’s transit station, only to discover that the train was delayed. Impulsively, I opened Instagram to pass the time and escape reality. After exiting and reopening the app several times in a fruitless search for some dopamine, only a few minutes had passed and I only felt more anxious. Despite the exhaustion-induced temptation to remain passive, I made an intentional decision to get off the metaphoric couch that is my Instagram feed and open Flipboard instead. The first thing that caught my attention was a new collection of stories from The Washington Post about visionaries who are shaping the future of culture. ‘Maybe this will shake me out of my funk,’ I thought as I tapped on the first story. It was a profile of Edward Enninful, British Vogue’s first black and first male editor, and it was exactly what I didn’t know I needed:

“We didn’t have much money and I was very much into fashion. So I’d go to the secondhand market and buy the clothes for two pounds or whatever, back in the day, and re-create clothes for myself — clothes I could face the world in. Like your armor.”