Between my recent time in airports and the fact that Vogue and Glamour both decided to send me free issues for reasons I've yet to understand, I've looked at quite a few fashion magazines lately. And from what I can tell, it looks like the 90's might be making a comeback, with reports of people all over NY already back in flannel shirts. It might be too soon to get excited, but if this trend is in fact making a resurgence, there will be no one in the world happier than me. An 80's teenager, I fell prey to most of the horrendous trends which made up the majority of that decade. I even owned various neon colored clothing items. And while 80's stuff has made somewhat of a comeback, I can't bring myself to go there again.
The 90's however; well that's a different story. This is fashion I live for. Big flannel shirts. Ripped holy jeans. Messy unclean hair. I embrace it with open loving arms. In fact, even though I don't think I have any flannel left, it's really a style I never stopped following. Even the fact I'm blind is fashion foward right now, as ironic glasses have replaced the ironic trucker hat for accessory of the moment. I am so in right now. And as a whole, I have to say the 90's was my favorite decade to be sure. I started it off by moving away from home up here, a place I loved enough to move back to. I ended the decade by getting married. And those years in between where I spent my 20's were fun, creative and exciting for me. I still love the music too. So by Fall if you see me and I am dressed like Kurt up there? Don't be jealous of how trendy I am. Maybe I'll even join Wardrobe Remix on Flickr and share my daily grunge-tastic outfits with the world. It's a thought.