As soon as I laid my inspiration-hungry eyes on this stunning editorial, a wave of nostalgia hit swallowed me whole. Memories of being that little rebellious girl in a ghetto immigrant neighborhood in the early 90's, my only source of fashion was through old ultra-glam 80's fashion through cigarette smelling second-hand magazines and romantic movies that Papa bought from the clearance rack at Blockbuster. All I could remember was how much I loved the cheesy synthetic music [especially the saxophone], enviously gorgeous supermodels and the arrogant cocktail of masculine and insatiable feminine fashion.
