My Life as a Fashion Victim
The Highlights (as interpreted through Google)
1976: The souvenir Muumuu
1978: Gauchos
1979: Dittos
1980: Rainbow belt
and Gunne Sax
and Gunne Sax1981: The Izod fallacy
These exact Nikes 
1982: Androgynous beginnings, New Wave intimations: Shiny Skinny Tie
1985: Hippy-hi (Think "Mod" + a lot of pot)
1986-1988: The Salvation Army is stationed in my closet
1990-2005:
The extended 15-year remix of 1984-1988, with interludes of (relative) taste, punctuated by brief periods of fantastic delusion and identity crisis
posted at 10:24 PM
4 Comments:
Hey, can I come raid your closet?
From a firm believer that the all white Nikes with the swoosh are still the only right ones...thank you for highlighting them.
I notice you did not end the montage with your new good ass pairs of pant. What gives?
Karma, I do not consider myself a victim of Good Ass Jeans. Rather, you and they both liberated me from my years-long jeans-phobia.
I left out my New England faux-lesbian/folkore society phase, only because it wasn't that interesting.
Izod in 1981; man you were cool!
Thanks Hogg! Yeah, I entered 7th grade a regular tabula rasa in terms of coolness. Than God for that snide "nice floods" comment the first week of school - it pretty much revolutionized my whole concept of personal style from then on.
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