When ‘dopamine dressing’ first entered our fashion vocabulary, it was all about injecting otherwise gloomy circumstances—winter, successive waves of Covid—with dashes of joy. We looked to a sphere we had control over, in an otherwise spiralling world: our wardrobes.
Now, a few years on, maximalism is reigning again, but this time, it’s not making up for anything. (Except for maybe the ‘quiet luxury’ tonal haze of recent months).