Remember these things?! I think I gave my one a haircut. I cried when it looked like a troll cancer patient.
As far as I’m concerned, the nu rave tracksuit has never gone outta style. It kinda reminds me of the ones we had to wear at school…or what grandma’s wear with bumbags, playing bridge at some old age joint in Miami. I’m always bidding on these fuckers on Ebay. I’m all about the parachute trackie, plain white kicks, gold bling and big ass sunglasses. SO ‘Fresh Prince of Bel Air’. So Fly.
Maybe this was just in my school, I dunno, but it seems like everyone had a thing for Tweetie Bird. If not Tweetie, then Garfield or the Tasmanian Devil. This little yellow bugger appeared on pencil cases, lunch boxes, school bags, and for those who had ridic liberal parents…tattoos. Eek, that’s gonna hurt. And if not cartoon characters, it was defs sunflowers! Sunflower print dresses were the go go. Or those Blossom hats (remember Blossom?) that turned up on the front with a flower adornment? You were most definitely down if you had a sunflower on your hat. Don’t even get me started on the perfume ‘Sunflowers’ by Yardly. Oh dear God.
I. love. the Spice Girls! I had the platform trainers by Buffalo and the Impulse deodorant just because it had a pic of them on it. Hell, I even started sucking on Chupa Chups ’cause these slags were hustlin it. And furthermore, Posh was and still is my favourite. I don’t wanna hear a SINGLE criticism concerning this please. Victoria Beckham is amazing and that is the end of story.
And while we’re discussing amazing women from the nine tee’s. Lest we not forget Salt ‘n Pepa! I’d totes rock these outfits in this picture non ironically to the pub right now. Is that a dare? And don’t forget the men … ‘Colour Me Bad’ anyone?
And while we are on the subject of television…what ever happened to Balki Bartokomous from Perfect Strangers?
God, why is it that the minute you think ’90’s you think sitcoms? I’ll tell you why, because they were bloody incredible! Exhibit A … the Fresh Prince! Hands up who got a kick from rapping along .. ‘iiiiinnn West Philadelphia born and raised…etc etc’ and would totes feel like you accomplished something amazing ’cause you knew every single word? Plus the fashions from this bloody show were beyond.
The story lines were also just so ‘after school special’. Like how they’d all gather round a table at the Peach Pit and discuss what they learnt from Davids DUI experience, Kelly’s throwing up after she ate experience, or Andrea’s…er…did she have any experiences? I swear to God, we could dress Brandon Walsh up in a purple suit, and this show could pass off as Barney these days! Kids of today eh?
Right, these were my first pair of ‘name brand’ kicks I ever owned. Weren’t they everybodys? My Grandad sent them to me from England in green and white and I treated them like they were made of gold or some shit. I cleaned the laces almost every night, and watched where I walked etc. They looked particularly dope paired with my Pepe dungaree’s and red flanno. *sniff* I miss these guys.
I’m not sure if this was just a saffer thing, but does anyone else remember collecting Diaper Babies? You know those little plastic babies that you had to immerse in water to see if they were a boy or girl because their diaper would turn blue or pink? Then swap them at school if you had doubles, ’cause you only knew what you got once you opened the packet and dumped them in the bath? I used to steal these from the shop all the time with my sister.
Same goes with these damn things? Fuck, I used to have like 9 different colours on a chain and walk around as though I was some kinda trendsetter. That’s because I was – FYI.
Speaking of trendsetters. How many times did you ladies of the nineties peep Clueless? I nearly creamed myself when I got my first pair of over the knee socks. How cute was Brittany Murphy in this flick hey? So devo she’s kicked it. Can’t believe they tried to spin off a TV series of this without Alicia Silverstone!? WTF, it’s like tryna make pizza without a base. It’s just cheese!
Cindy banging Crawford. What the hell was Richard ‘I shove gerbils up my ass’ thinking lettin this goddess slip through his bestiality fingers? My friends and I used to collect pictures of her and make scrap books, and draw a mole on our upper lip with eyeliner. By then end of the night, the eyeliner had bled onto our entire top lip so we ended up looking more like Hitler than Cindy, but we made our point. We majorly hearted Cindy Crawford.
Britney Spears hey? Living proof that money doesn’t buy class…or style for that matter. But when she busted out wearing this sultry school uniform singing, ‘Hit me baby one more time’ we shoulda known she was a dirty little slut. Virgin my ass. Appaz the whole school uni thingo was her idea! Jesus. Why did her parents mental alarm bell not start ringing it’s ass off?!? I tell you why. It’s because Britters ‘ol parental unit were massive giant pimps! Look at that hot piece of ass! They couldn’t hear the alarm bells for all the sound of the cash registers!
Don’t get me wrong, I want a decent Brit comeback as much as the next person, but let’s call a spade a slapper here.
I never owned a real pair of Doc Martins. I always had the fake pair from some crummy shop. But I did however, put bells on the end of the laces – man! I was cool. I was more a kicks kid than a Doc Martin one anyway. Doc Marins were asscoiated with those that listened to Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Counting Crows, Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers and of course, the Royal Family of grunge, Nirvana.
And the Biggie followers. 2 guesses for the one I was in…hehe. Even though there were the obvious separation of genres, there was still a mutual respect for the other one’s taste. I think this is what I love most about the time we are living in right now. You can wear the illest kicks, were heaps of eyeliner, and listen to metal … if you so please. It seems as though all the era’s have shagged one another and we now live in the era of collaboration…I dunno. Well whatever was your scene back then, none of it mattered…