Hi readers of Leo Plass. Unfortunately, he’s unable to post today and so I agreed to fill in so we don’t suffer from a Thursday blog blackout. The post I did Monday was all about how designers in the States and in Europe are folding in colors and patterns routinely seen in Mexico, Guatemala, and beyond.
Ironically (or maybe it’s not ironic, maybe it’s just a humorous fact), notorious Mexican designers, Marvin Y Quetzal seem to be looking to the United States circa 1991 for their Spring/Summer line. Big ol’ bows, shoes with design elements that look like perhaps your socially awkward niece hot glued on, bulky denim and bedazzled everything, man.
Hey. You know what this reminds me of? BLOSSOM! You know what THAT reminds me of? How people who don’t remember Blossom… or Clarissa Explains it All… or Brotherly Love think it’s a good idea to use the 90s as inspiration for street style. The 90s weren’t all “heroine” chic and disaffected grunge. Here’s a short survey of white people in the 90s:
I know that some of you are probably saying to yourselves “but WAIT! Those are all from the early 90s. The MID 90s were totally cool! We didn’t have a national debt and the gays were acknowledged as existing. What about My So-Called Life?!”
What about it indeed. I loved My So-Called Life. I thought everyone looked awesome and Angela was totally me. Like she deeply understood me. But let’s revisit the stylez.
Look, every generation rehashes the style of some other generation. It’s fine. The recycling of 90s tropes you see on the street aren’t exact recreations of the horrors that happened from 1991-1998, but historical knowledge can ensure we don’t accidentally repeat the mistakes of our fashion forefathers. If you find yourself wanting to don your person in baggy denim and bedazzled bowler hats– ironically or sincerely– watch this:
Wow! Blossom was so good at the hip hops. In my opinionation, you won’t want to see light-toned denim ever again.