When I was in grade school, I was one of the first kids to wear checkerboard Vans, parachute pants, and Swatch watches. I also carried a Trapper Keeper notebook with a bitchin’ Lamborghini Countach on the cover (jealous?).
Being such a fashion pioneer, I’ve always fancied myself on the cover of Esquire Magazine.
Well folks, until that day comes, I’ll just settle for tiny little side quotes in articles like this: