The day I landed in New York City, the buzz was instant — yellow cabs honking, steam rising from manholes, and a skyline that commanded attention. I came for a semester-long exchange program at NYU. It was my first time in the U.S., and I was eager to absorb the culture. On my second day, while walking through SoHo, my eyes caught something mid-conversation — a bold, flame-emblazoned Thrasher Magazine Hoodie, worn effortlessly by a guy skating past a street vendor.
