When I was in junior high, I would fantasize about noble things, such as winning debating championships, but I would also fantasize about somehow coming up with the princely sum of seventy-five dollars of my very own, and then securing my mother's permission to spend it on a spiral perm at the salon inside JC Penney at the mall, so my hair would be Much, Much Larger.
I also fantasized about having braces (well, about having had braces, as I hadn't even had them on yet, and what I really wanted was straight teeth, not the braces themselves), about replacing my big plastic glasses with contact lenses, about being allowed to wear patent-leather pumps to school, and about owning a big-shouldered suit which I would wear with a giant metal belt, all of which would make my hypothetical surfer boyfriend love me.
I think what I really wanted was to look pretty much just like this:
And now I can!
Rad.
I also fantasized about having braces (well, about having had braces, as I hadn't even had them on yet, and what I really wanted was straight teeth, not the braces themselves), about replacing my big plastic glasses with contact lenses, about being allowed to wear patent-leather pumps to school, and about owning a big-shouldered suit which I would wear with a giant metal belt, all of which would make my hypothetical surfer boyfriend love me.
I think what I really wanted was to look pretty much just like this:
And now I can!
Rad.
staten island 1984. if you missed it, you'll never understand the extents to which k-mart blue light specials were canibalized by chanel and in turn re-canibalized by k-mart, resulting in a decade of multigenerational xeroxes ironed with gold leaf, soaked in the sweat of one madonna louise ciccone, perverted by the new-romantic fashion periphery, reconstituted in weird science, wall street, the goonies, romancing the stone, mystic pizza and anything within earshot of melanie griffith's screech.
izabel and i were just reflecting on 80's style yesterday. i took a shower and felt a little better, but waking up this morning, my synapses were still misfiring in protest of having had that conversation.
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