Young metropolitans in our demographic looked essentially of a piece then, as I suppose they always do, a refined conformity with grace notes of distinction always being au courant—jeans of mildly varying cut and wash, grungy flannels and Cobain cardigans, lanky locks on men, pixie cuts on women, almost to the point of gender convergence, and influenced, respectively, by the early-decade coifs of River Phoenix and Winona Ryder.
