8/1/2023 0 Comments Eternal legacy clothing![]() But they weren’t just any white T-shirts. In hindsight, the most striking impression from the photograph is how we styled ourselves, adorned in crisp white T-shirts. We were seeking an unbreakable cool - we wanted to capture it, to hold on to it for as long as we could, for as long as the freshness of our clothing would allow. The more I sit with them, the clearer they become. The memories are what I make and have already been made by. These memories live somewhere in the before and in the after they stretch a great distance to reach me, to remind me. I hear the chorus of my Los Angeles teenhood: the howl and crack of laughter across lunch tables, the awkward courtship of young bodies in the hallways of Culver City High, the rhythm of my dreams. The photos spill, spill, spill with color and sound. I find more photos like this - ones that talk, ones that ferry nostalgia of the days I sometimes struggle to remember, of the days that whisper in the crowded room of my memory. ![]() We flex with a fantastic innocence, not yet hardened in the way we pretend to be, our faces conveying baby-smooth toughness. Almost everyone is here: Jonathan and JP and Courtney and Ian and Dimitri and Josh and Armand and Adarious and me. There are nine of us, grouped together just outside the cafeteria windows, posturing like we own the lunch yard, like we have it all. I hold the photograph tight, my thumb over it, and I return to a before place: those bright and unsettled years of the new millennium. ![]()
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