Cringe. That’s the only reaction that makes sense when I think back to some of the things that I used to contribute to my style: I cringe. If I’m going to count my blessings on this aspect, it’s that not everyone had a camera phone when I was a teenager and some of the absolutely foolish things that my era did as children won’t come back to haunt us (outside of oral tradition). The generation after this one is going to have a field day arguing parental directive with photographic evidence. Continue reading “Things That Made Sense to My Younger Self (That Are Absolute Madness to My Adult Self).”
A.P. Miller 