I’m reinventing what this blog is and what it does. I used to want to write about music. And a few years ago, I contributed to a music blog for a bit, but music is hard to keep up with. The real dilemma is trying to find the new best thing that no one else has seen yet. And basically, the guys over at the stellar music blog Tracasseur already have such a good thing going, I’m just going to muse over tunes as they float my way and please my ears and leave the worrying whether they’re signed or not to the pros. This blog is about the things that I associate with that music–the feeling, the memories, the wardrobe it practically conjures into being. These things I will put here.
Starting this off, I wanted to post something that, to my 5-year-old self, was basically the coolest thing ever. The 90s are back in a big way right now. Both music and fashion were permeated in the last couple of years with 90s throwbacks. In music its dance leads and bass lines, and in fashion its chunky heals with shapeless floral dresses, denim everything, over-sized coats and biker-influenced leather (and now faux leather) boots, hats, gloves, jackets–basically anything that can be leather (or faux leather).
And it probably has some metal detailing to go with it. Detailing is in. Think that’s a normal parka? Think again! The back has a giant eagle print or skull and wings stitched onto it. Lovely. But let’s move on to the fun 90s throwbacks.
This song by SNAP! was released in 1992. I would have been just too young then to be choosing my own clothes, but I never missed an opportunity to sneak into my big sister’s room when she was gone (sorry, sis) to look at her Seventeen and Cosmopolitan magazines. I’d open her closet and admire the bright colours and take out her shoes and put them on, my feet too small for them. I was enamoured with her fabulous things. I thought the perms my family got were so cool then. I almost recall feeling left out, as my mom and sisters had perms. Now I view that exclusion based on my too-young-to-get-a-perm age as a blessing. But at the time, I wanted one too.
Now in my clear-headed present mind (no, do not even for a second think that a perm would have been anything but a travesty!), having such distinct memories of the unflattering jeans, the blocky, clunky heels, I wonder why we’ve so thoroughly re-embraced the 90s in fashion. Is it wise to square the toe on a Maryjane and then make the heel almost wider than the rest of the shoe? Can that ever look good?
So, I watch this video. The video is comically bad. Dear me, it is hilarious to watch now! But the song, I still remember what I felt like as a kid singing the lyrics wrong (I’m fairly sure I thought it was “Ribbon is a dancer” for a few years there) as we flew down the highway in my mom’s car–my sister’s having commandeered the radio no doubt–thinking that my liking this song probably made me a pretty cool kid. And honestly, at the time that was probably true. I still like this song. It stuck in my mind over 20 years. And admittedly those memories do make me a bit nostalgic for some of the things of my youth. But even so, I remain fairly happy to pick and choose for myself the best re-tailored and adapted items of clothing inspired by the 90s but with a 2013 update and to leave the unflattering, shapeless garments to the new youngin’s who aren’t old enough to actually remember the originals. Pretty soon they’ll all be getting perms too, and once again, I’ll dodge that bullet. What a blessing.