Don’t call it a comeback.

By Friday Puppy

I love a comeback. I’m still rooting for LiLo, I am convinced that Jessica Simpson is going to have another hit single, and one day I will have DVR installed to watch the Friends reunion, I just know it. And the only thing better than a regular comeback, is a fashion comeback.

I, like many of the readers and the owner of this blog, came on age in the early 90’s. The early 90’s were way better than the late 90’s on so many levels, but especially in fashion. It was still kind of an insider’s thing, the internet and big box retailers like Zara and H&M hadn’t ruined things yet, there were no bullshit “celebrity” clothing lines, and there was a dichotomy of minimalism (the birth of the Prada backpack, Helmut Lang) and ridiculousness (Walter Van Bierendock, Commes des Garcons), and the tension, and the fact that New York hadn’t become a giant mall for rich tourists made being a post-adolescent homo with a Vogue subscription pretty interesting.

One of the best things to come out of this was the cult of the Supermodel, and the best Supermodel of them all was Linda Evangelista (Canadian!). Supermodels then were nothing like they are now, they made zillions of dollars and never had to be on a reality show. They knew better than to ever open their mouths and dated rock stars. Sure few have gone on to be do-gooders (Christy Turlington) and high class Russian prostitutes (Naomi Campbell), but Linda E., she knew best. She kept her mouth shut, had her picture taken, and then got knocked up by a billionaire. Not a bad gig.

So imagine my delight when I flipped open a magazine and saw her, at age 46, in a full frontal close up shilling Chanel sunglasses. I am assuming they weren’t hiding her crow’s feet, those have to be full of filler by now. She looks great, she looks mean, she looks rich, just like the early 90’s. True story, I met/saw her twice, I had to deal with her agent regarding a laquer chess set he bought (he was a total psychopath) and she really was a total bitch. I think I would have been disappointed if she wasn’t.

So I guess it makes it bittersweet that she’s also in the New York Post this week. Like so many women in the papers, she’s suing her babydaddy for child support.

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