Fashion trends dictate that what’s hot right now is but part of the cyclical pattern of what was hot, say, twenty years ago.  I’m seeing that right now as a proud member of the 90’s kids culture.  You have artists like Childish Gambino’s shout-out  to our generation’s beloved green and purple dinosaur not named Barney.  A quick #normcore search on instagram  pulls a gallery equal parts Big Pete, Blossom, and Easter Sundays between third and eighth grade.

It’s mostly because of this idea that I’ve yet to surrender my questionably stained Member’s Only jacket  plucked from a Buffalo Exchange in Santa Barbara.  It’s also partly sentimentality.  But beware the danger of nostalgia burrowing deep into hoarder’s territory.  You know that place: acceptance trifolds from colleges you maybe should’ve enrolled, the dried remains of a prom boutonniere, a fairly cheesy cream jacket that goes well with a Magnum PI stache.  It would be nice to know the fine line between artifacts and junk.