Ren's post with Siouxsie Sioux got me thinking about back in the day, when I was listening to music of that ilk on a general basis.
Here I am, circa 1996. God, I miss dressing up like a trashy flapper and going clubbing.
Also, to think I totally thought of myself as a complete fatass back then. How sad. Now I am a complete fatass, but I love it!
And here I am making out with my mop.
Hmm. I look totally butch here, despite this being the heyday of sparkly lipstick and excessive eyeshadow. Somewhere there's a really cool picture of me with a mohawk, wearing a babydoll nightie and lots of safetypins, full makeup, giving the camera the finger. But I think this girl I hitchhiked with in Vermont might have it.
Sigh. Youth is wasted on the young.