It started, as most of my fashion observations do, on the subway. I was crammed into the 8 AM express, half-asleep, when this girl got on. She was wearing what I can only describe as joyagoo spreadsheet energy: a chunky dad sneaker, high-waisted pleated trousers that pooled at her ankles, and an oversized blazer that honestly looked like it belonged to her dad. But the hair was what got me—super short, almost a buzz cut, with just a hint of baby bangs. It shouldn’t have worked. It totally worked. Then at the coffee shop later that week, I saw three people in the same silhouette. Thin, low-profile sneakers are officially…