I can’t stop reblogging these 1993 JC Penney catalogue images. I mean, LOOK AT THIS. It’s glorious. This is a “when I grow up and marry Luke Perry and run a successful company and have a trampoline in my living room and stay up as late as I want and never have to do homework again and own 17 horses and a pink Miata … THIS IS WHAT I’M GONNA WEAR BECAUSE BEING A GROWN-UP IS GOING TO BE AWESOME” outfit.
Celebrating the best of the worst of the 1990s. Sometimes with snarky commentary.
Everyone likes to remember the good part of that decade -- the part with grunge and the evolution of hip-hop and hot supermodels. This blog is devoted to the tacky side effects of these scenes, namely, really fugly clothes and outdated products.
I don't own the images -- they are mostly scanned out of magazines from the era. Submissions are encouraged.
Welcome to the dark side -- where it's so bad it's good.