The aesthetic wasn't "clean girl." It was disco nap chic .
So here’s to you, 2008. The last great party before everyone started taking photos for the 'gram. We salute your shutter shades, your overpriced vodka, and your terrible, terrible denim. Front Of The Class -2008-
Was it tacky? God, yes. Was it expensive? Financially ruinous. Do we miss it? Every single time we hear the opening synth of "Just Dance." The aesthetic wasn't "clean girl
Living at the Front of the CL in 2008 meant you were a cultural amphibian—able to breathe underwater in the murky depths of VIP bottle service while gasping for air in the bright, harsh light of the digital future. We salute your shutter shades, your overpriced vodka,
Breakfast was a waffle at Denny’s or a street hot dog wrapped in bacon. You checked your Sidekick to see if the person you made out with on the dance floor messaged you. They didn't.