The end of an era

For the past few days, I’ve been bopping my head to the soundtrack of my childhood. It’s the sound of synthesizers and early electronic beats defined by bigger hair, exaggerated shades and neon colours.

It’s found its way back in the geek chic eyeglasses, chuck taylors and skin-tight blue jeans, beak-standing baseball caps evolved mullets, hair-bangs and brighter make-up that I see inspiring the trendy youth of today. But as a product of the 1980s, I’ve become the one subliminally critiquing today’s authenticity. In whatever way trends evolve, the adult-me can’t help but measure the way it once was when I was a child.