Great Horrible moments in the clothing history of JKREW
Ok, I'm not a normal man per say when it comes to just about everything. Much to my mothers dismay, I have always done things a bit differently. Whether it be the fact that refuse to drive a stock automobile, eat normal food, have a normal girlfriend and, in this case, wear normal clothing.
I think it all started going downhill in 7th grade where I discovered that once out of primary school, kids started doing things their own way to discover their individual identities. I wasn't the richest kid on the block so I either had to modify the clothing my mom got me or get my own. And based on my funding situation back then, it certainly wasn't name brand.
So without further adieu, I present to you... a brief history of my clothing indiscretions as I clean out my closets this weekend.
In the mid 90's to early 2000's Abercrombie and Fitch released the cargo pant. A softer, more laid back alternative to the carpenter's pant with more pockets and a softer material. Now the idea is fine but for fucks sake, why did I purchase a pair that was brighter than the sun and red of all colours?
Next up is another variation of the cargo pant but now it's made of silk and has a GOD DAMN DRAGON ON IT. WTF WAS I THINKING.
Filling in the #2 worst idea in clothing I ever had was the raver pant. In the early 90's, I discovered raves. Now this was before 20/20 did exposays on the scene and it was before big name DJ's. This was the dawning era of the scene. Illegal warehouses etc etc. Well, before JNCO came out (don't tell me you don't know what they were), there were Request jeans. I'll let the width of the leg do the speaking for me. Now while looking at the photo, picture a 16 year old kid weighing in at 120 lbs. soaking wet.
And finally, the number one worst idea I had ever had while dressing myself is below. The junior year homecoming suit. I brought a very attractive Rachel Moore who would later become a Viccy's Secret model so I knew I had to dress the part. My mother told me not to buy it but I was 16, feeling my oats and truly believed I had all the answers. I bought the suit, told my mom to fuck off and took Rachel to the dance. I would later be kicked out of the house for going behind my mothers back and getting the suit.
Did I point out that the god damn thing doesn't have a collar? Ok fine, mom, every single time you said I was dressing like a total and complete retard, YOU WERE RIGHT. *ugh That was painful to admit.
Feel the pain of the Homecoming suit jacket...
I think it all started going downhill in 7th grade where I discovered that once out of primary school, kids started doing things their own way to discover their individual identities. I wasn't the richest kid on the block so I either had to modify the clothing my mom got me or get my own. And based on my funding situation back then, it certainly wasn't name brand.
So without further adieu, I present to you... a brief history of my clothing indiscretions as I clean out my closets this weekend.
In the mid 90's to early 2000's Abercrombie and Fitch released the cargo pant. A softer, more laid back alternative to the carpenter's pant with more pockets and a softer material. Now the idea is fine but for fucks sake, why did I purchase a pair that was brighter than the sun and red of all colours?
Next up is another variation of the cargo pant but now it's made of silk and has a GOD DAMN DRAGON ON IT. WTF WAS I THINKING.
Filling in the #2 worst idea in clothing I ever had was the raver pant. In the early 90's, I discovered raves. Now this was before 20/20 did exposays on the scene and it was before big name DJ's. This was the dawning era of the scene. Illegal warehouses etc etc. Well, before JNCO came out (don't tell me you don't know what they were), there were Request jeans. I'll let the width of the leg do the speaking for me. Now while looking at the photo, picture a 16 year old kid weighing in at 120 lbs. soaking wet.
And finally, the number one worst idea I had ever had while dressing myself is below. The junior year homecoming suit. I brought a very attractive Rachel Moore who would later become a Viccy's Secret model so I knew I had to dress the part. My mother told me not to buy it but I was 16, feeling my oats and truly believed I had all the answers. I bought the suit, told my mom to fuck off and took Rachel to the dance. I would later be kicked out of the house for going behind my mothers back and getting the suit.
Did I point out that the god damn thing doesn't have a collar? Ok fine, mom, every single time you said I was dressing like a total and complete retard, YOU WERE RIGHT. *ugh That was painful to admit.
Feel the pain of the Homecoming suit jacket...
- Friday, September 30, 2005 at 1:00 PM
- Posted by JKREW
- 4 Comments
Krew do you use a certain browser? i can't see the glorious outfits and g*damnit i wanna see! haha
bahahahahhaha! damn it I wish I had been there when you were pulling shirts and pants out of your closet saying, "jesus I haven't seen this in years and thank god for that! I'm hoping I never wore this and if I did I hope I never remember."
what happened to the crotchless panties I saw you wearing that one night I came over unexpectedly? you know the lacy white ones with bells?
"per se"!
;-)
-- slater
Shall I provide the date picture? I still have it ya know. And give me a break...I got you Banana Republic & Gap stuff back then. Calvin boxer briefs too. Not too bad for a poor boy (as you put it).