The youthful attire in our neighborhood has typically run toward a stripped down hip-hop uniform—giant white or black tees, ultra-baggy jeans or khakis. In the past year, though, prep has swept through, and it's now common to see kids in bright pastels and madras shorts.
But nothing prepared us for the spectacle we witnessed the other day—two guys strolling by in tapered jeans, neon shirts, and straight-up Kid 'N Play flat-top fades.* The neighbor-kid muttered something about the "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air". We gawked in silence.
I'd have sworn they'd just fallen out of the bottom the spaceship that abducted them twenty years ago, yet they knew where they were going and seemed unfazed by the sleek cars and rounded hair-dos of this modern world. Strange business...
* You can throw on some retro-clothes for a costume party, but the haircuts...?