I found this note on the back of a sketch book this week, circa 1988...our uncle would travel to the states on business trips and on our request-reluctantly-pick up what were then expensive items in the colonies. He was calling our Mom because he was about to go to Rip City Skates and I wrote this down so she could put my order in.
2 comments:
Comment #1
you can take the boy out of 1988, but you can't take 1988 out of the boy
Comment #2
grom
#3
I don't think I've worn Vans apart from a pair of half cabs shortly after this...my now/1988 weakness is eyeballing through the new Powell reissue T's on the world wide web and almost clicking.
= gateway midlife crisis.
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