What's that 1991 you say? Oh no 92? 93? Well guess again my friend, it's not a ninety or an aught, it's this February 2010's French Vogue. But you know, I actually love it — she may as well be Cindy Crawford or Christy Turlington or one of the non-emaciated ladies of the supermodel heyday.
The early nineties slowly crept into my wardrobe when last year's snow started to melt and now seem to be a very prevailing component in my daily attire — from the florals, to the combat boots, to the clubmaster shades, the big blazers and the amazing bowler hat I just got, it's like I am Angela Chase and Brenda Walsh's late blooming love child. I guess those two are more on my level than the Linda Evangelista's of the world.
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