As if it wasn’t bad enough that people have worn shell suits to festivals over the summer in some kind of ironic fashion statement, now the curse of my 90s youth us gone mainstream and is stealthily infiltrating the high street.
I became involved in some weird or of body experience where my brain had separated from my arm and appeared to be attempting to pick up the monstrosity. Clearly all logic and reason had gone out of the window as I sleep walked into the fashion pit of hell and slid on the bomber and stood in front of the mirror in all my mum unglory.
Was that the sound of the mirror breaking at the ridiculous sight of me standing to attention adorned with bronze bomber jacket?
Or was it the sound of reality crashing down around me as I realised…MY GOD! I was actually standing there in a f****ing bronze bomber jacket.
Pass me the bucket!
And now I realise that for any ridiculous fashion trend to truly work there is one massive prerequisite…to have never had the shame to wear it back in the days when it first made an appearance..especially when that was in your highly awkws teen years.
Bomber jackets – you belong in a box with Biebs, crop tops, and flipping Fit Bits, but definitely not on me.
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