Hey losers, remember me?
There’s nothing like some fresh weekend inspiration to revive this dormant rendering of my thoughts, brought to you directly from yesteryear.
Yes that is Dr. McDreamy himself AKA Patrick Dempsey, who I would like to believe WAS the HEART OF SUMMER 1997. If you’re sick of me talking about the 90’s you can leave now. These J Crew covers make me feel all warm inside and make me wanna be like Charlotte York on the outside.
Just look at that douche bag carrying a bucket of apples with a sweater-draped babe on his shoulder! Can you even get over it?!?!?
It’s crisp and classic American, just in time for the 4th of July. And by “it” I mean Ricky Lauren, wife of Ralph. Ralph Lauren.
I’m ready for preppy 90s to be ironically cool again, since all Fashion is Recycled. Or is it?
Whatever, what really got me going this morning were the below two images, found from Vogue’s archives today. Glamour so dramatic it hurts. Completely different aesthetics, both from yesteryear, which is really the point of this. Well, there’s not a point to this. But what else is new.
Have a good weekend. I’ll leave you with the words of Mizz Janet Jackson: “I just wanna dance, is that a crime?”