The aesthetic wasn't "clean girl." It was disco nap chic .
For the ladies, it was the era of the bandage dress. Hervé Léger or a knock-off from Wet Seal—it didn’t matter. You were poured into it. Accessories included a bedazzled flip phone (Motorola RAZR or LG enV), a giant cocktail ring that doubled as a weapon, and a pair of heels you would leave in the parking lot at 2 AM because your feet were bleeding. Front Of The Class -2008-
In 2008, getting “Front of the CL” ready was a two-hour ritual. For the guys, it meant deep V-necks (the deeper the V, the higher the status), boot-cut jeans with bejeweled back pockets, and square-toed loafers. If you weren’t wearing a popped polo collar or a blazer with the sleeves pushed up to your elbows, did you even exist? The aesthetic wasn't "clean girl
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." You were poured into it
Let’s step back into the velvet rope.