Guest Post: Bearing a Grunge
Ah, “90s Grunge”. I know Marc has done it, I know Mossy used to be it. And I can take Hobo Luxe or Miami Chic, tautological as they are n all. But 90s Grunge? Well, it existed – I was there and I have the shameful memories and even more shameful pictures to prove it. But would I consider it a reference point for a (decent) look? Um. Not so much.
Consider this monstrosity:
No disrespect to my up-the-pole sisters but this thing is a recipe for mistaken maternity. This will cut you in all the wrong places – right under the tits and midway across the shins – making you look as though you are shot in wide angle. I will allow that all that soft, pale jersey does look comfortable but after all so does a slanket.
I am also worried about this:
Visually, it’s not as horrific as my last pick but my spidey senses are telling me that it’s something best left to the Rihannas of this world. Sadly, I expect to see it being rocked by a soft and pasty Irish belly once the weather notches up another couple of degrees.
Last but not least in my list of Topshop offenders is this little beaut:
To anyone considering this seemingly inoffensive floral, I say watch early 90s ‘cult favourite’ Reality Bites and ask yourself: if this kind of thing didn’t look good on a twentysomething Winona Ryder, is it likely to do me any great favours?
Despite my reservations about this 90s revival business, Topshop’s 54-piece 90s Grunge collection is not all bad. Although they’ve failed to replicate my favourite Nirvana T-shirt (smells like frustration and Impulse), they do offer this lad:
It’s probably a little more metal than grunge but it’s not bad at all. And I really rather like this bag:
I may even go and ‘look’ at it, if you know what I mean.
Guest Post: Eva Plazewska