1990 | All Roses Are Pink

I have most definitely been on a 90s kick for a while (tv, movies, books, music, fashion, words, etc). I was born in 1990 so I didn’t really get the biggest taste of it – rather the watered down version of pop and mmmbop provided by Nickelodeon, whore British girls, smiley face clip art, and sun flowered overalls, until I got smart.

My taste of grunge and 90s music came from my dad and my older cousins. My cousin Ashley listened to No Doubt ALL OF THE TIME… I think she was my first exposure to the band and I have liked them ever since. I remember the cover art to Tragic Kingdom, Gwen in a leather read dress, 40s rolls, red lips and clown shoes, Don’t Speak on repeat – I knew that would be my aesthetic. I then was introduced by my dad to Veruca Salt, the Breeders and Garbage – girl grunge bands were my knew thing.

Before long I was wearing flannel and combat boots. Scream singing in the shower… I wanted to be a part of it.

My Dad told be about Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Better than Ezra, Pearl Jam, the movie Reality Bites… My dad was a pastor and we had a thing called coffee hour where new indie grunge bands would play for us, us and our strong coffee. Something resinated in me, and I liked it.

My 90s kick: (spontaneous exposures to the decade)

Film/T.V.:

My So Called Life (on Netflix), watched it, devoured it…