As I've mentioned a few times, I'm a nostalgic gal.
But not everything that hearkens back to my youth elicits a warm fuzzy feeling. Tonight I came across these rad photos at Retro Randy.
There was no cavalcade of sweetened memories. I cringed to recall my fashion choices of the late '80s and early '90s. I know, I know; everyone dressed like this—oversized and garish clothes, like we were hiding something. I was.
I guess I should be thankful my adolescence coincided with such fashion trends. I could be experiencing the same discomfort with my body as a young teen today—when tight, revealing clothes are the standard.
Still, I look at these weird clothes and remember how I felt in them. I don't remember feeling cool. I remember attempting to assert myself as a creative dresser, going beyond the popular style. Each time I tried, I felt alienated from my peers and myself.
Who said fashion is superficial?
Thankfully, the utter camp of these photos dissipates my chagrin. Puffy painting—what a foul art.