March 5, 2010
Style/Anti-Style
Date: December 31, 1997
Location: Wyckoff, NJ
Description: 1997 saw the height of my ‘I will be different and I don’t care what anybody thinks’ attitude that lasted, with its ebbs and flows, from 1994-2005. It was epitomized most evidently in my attire, which was once described as ‘the color and pattern of Derek.’ It was all about color volume and pattern clash. I had often been found putting a shirt back if it matched too well with my pants. My eggs that had eggs and bacon on them (I miss those pants.) It was on this New Year’s Eve when the stark contrast of my clothing and normal people-clothing gained immediate perspective. Doug, never a slouch when it came to clothes, decked himself out in his finest duds and I had duds on too, but using a totally different definition of the word. Someone (who was apparently 3' 7" tall) managed to snap this awkward juxtaposition. One of the saddest results of that era being dead and gone is that I would kill to have those sunglasses again for poker.