The brim that's never still
Lowanna has a tic: she folds and refolds the cap's brim while she talks, while she listens, while she thinks. That's why it's curved by hand. It's the same restlessness that makes her drum her fingers, chew on pen caps, and get up mid-meeting to stretch her legs. When you see her go very still and leave the brim alone, something's wrong: stillness is the opposite of her. On a hoodie, you're wearing her with that gesture frozen, on the calm face right before she moves.







