For Kim

The 90's nostalgic take over of the runway and street style may have seen the height of it's revival this year. With cropped bomber jackets, slip dresses and velvet chokers-only time will tell if our obsession will last longer than a season or if we will be digging up some other era's glory next year.  

Few things will forever have influence in my life from the 90's: Tyson fight parties at my Auntie's, episodes of The Fresh Prince, ripped denim, tie dye t-shirts and the neon fur donning, raunchy logo whore, Lil' Kim. With the help of Misa Hylton, Kim went left during a time were minimalism had all the mass appeal. Brown skin, petite frame, an original around-the-way-girl, definitive of ghetto fabulous, she made fashion a priority but authenticity was key. Kim represented something more purposeful to her audience than being lady like, settling down, having babies and shit. Her lyrics were strong and disrespectful; with complete disregard for the American ideal of class, she still managed to come out classic. If she stepped out in a floor length mink, the sheer babydoll was underneath with hella ice on her neck and wrist.

To Kim. Here's to loving fishnet onesies and Gucci pant suits and not having to choose a "lane". Because, society can't tell women how to be women (other women included). Going to look for my old starter jacket and hope that it still fits. Thank you Kim.