An Asian girl–confused enough to be a transplant, but confident enough to not be a tourist–sports a Nirvana tee. She is much too young to be Gen X or Y, or even to have been born before Kurt took his life. Is her fashion a representation of the self-loathing grunge era, or a statement on what is hip?
The pain and attitude is one she shouldn’t strive to reciprocate, but her search for an explanation of the times is welcomed. She is digging, and her fresh print of an old squiggly smile links a main interest that can be shared from generation to generation: music.
