Who would have thought the ghastly getups of a 13 year old
self could possibly give the post-pubescent
panache of a twenty-something style
savvy somebody a serious run for its dolla?!
The nineties conjure up a host of hits and hideous faux-pas
in the style stakes...(not to mention the dodgy hair-dos, cringe-worthy
crushes, and of course the utter debauchery of teenage high school politics).
Yet, by some modern-day miracle plaid pants are once again plastered on
pins-a-plenty and the crowds at Camden resemble the cast of clueless in a
radical retro revival. Fresh for the fashion faculty of fall ’13 we bring you not-so
nightmarish nineties negligee know-how (Wonderbra and Tamagotchi optional)
Over the past few years, grunge has been dominating my whole
look, and looking a little like an extra from my so-called life slash sister
act two is something of which I have become an expert...and admittedly at times
a bit of a laughing stock (who’s laughing now my mom jean clad minions?!)
Alas I admit, in a
time where teenage boys admired older girls peered between curtains not in the
living room, and trendy teens the world over and the likes of Crawford and co
were working walkers shortbread poster girl and Rupert the bear rad, sadly I
was not.
