You know that feeling when you’re sipping your oat milk latte at that corner cafe, people-watching, and suddenly you notice a pattern? Not the kind on someone’s trousers, but a vibe shift. It hit me last Tuesday. There was this group by the window, all in their early twenties, and their outfits were speaking a whole new language. It wasn’t about loud logos or head-to-toe anything. It was quiet, considered, almost… spreadsheet-core. I’m not even joking. Remember when we used to agonize over one perfect ‘fit for a night out? Now, I’m seeing this beautiful, pragmatic chaos. It’s like everyone downloaded a joyagoo spreadsheet for their wardrobe. A bit of…