I have two separate Instagram accounts: one where I pretend to be effortlessly cool, fun, artsy and have my life together, and one where I’m supposed to be unfiltered, unbothered and free. And yet, here I am — filtering and bothering. 

Students weaved through rows of plastic tables showcasing vibrant, handmade art at the Fabrio Art Market, where vendors sold and traded everything from modified clothes and totes, to handmade art and jewelry, to resin dice and gel nails.