Jammin' on the 90's

Recession Shmession, fashion continues. Grunge is in the forefront and the periferrals. I'm nostalgic for Sassy magazine, layered flannel, and Lucia is talking Doc Martins. The other night I popped in a VHS copy of 'Singles' to get a dose of 90's grunge Seattle. Eddie Vedder is all up in that bitch. I like Pearl Jam more today than at 13 years old-I thought only posers dug them, and for fashion I will be a poser now- just to live vacariously through the co-opted senisbility of a return to Grunge. Like the philosophy that is carried in the style, I am a sucker for remembering painful times, the romance of one's own "struggle" to get to today. Slacker, Depression, Wasted, Homemade; all the trimmings of an economic down swing and all the deliciousness of a slammin' outfit. I mean when Calvin Klein does it, well its like open season to be flamboyant about the return, act naturally, slowly and then BAM- full on Grunge attire out of no where. It's like the first time I did it. I conciously built my first Grunge outfit in my room the night before announcing it to the school that I had always known I was this way-I mean duh! I selected a black t-shirt from an old bowling alley that my mom gave me from New York City (double points in cool,) turned it inside out and slipped it over a long sleeve, next I cut the top off a pair of my dads denim overalls I found in the basement, belted them around my tiny 13 yr old waif structure, and finished with converse sneakers. Out I went, transformed over night. A girl in the locker room did the jaw drop to my choice in clothing, I took it as an opportunity to be like-"oh this? yeah I just threw it on, I woke up late." I don't care if she believed me-here I was creating myself one lie at a time-what is fashion anyways right?
-Rylan