Clothing was a big deal senior year and what you wore mattered. Almost all the boys had rayon shirts paired with jeans. The rayon shirts were made of loose-fitting fabric that draped over your body. There was no poofiness or bulkiness to the fabric. Rayon shirts were meant to hang over your shoulders and chest to show off all those push-ups you had been doing. At least that is how Danny wore them. He was almost always in a constant state of posed flexing when he wore those shirts 😉. They were always long-sleeved and would have been hugely popular in Black and Latino culture. It’s possible that they were also popular in mainstream culture as well because at this point Black and Latino culture or “Urban Culture” had gone mainstream. At least in Chicago that was the case.
What about the pants you ask? While in the early 1990’s Z Cavaricci was big, by the time 1992 arrived the brand that mattered was Marithe Francois Girbaud. I had one dark green pair of Girbaud’s. They were expensive and a highly coveted make of jeans. I may have still owned a few pairs of Bugle Boys, but they were on the way out by senior year. If I wasn’t wearing jeans and a rayon shirt, I was wearing my Adidas sweatpants and my black and red Adidas jacket. The same one that I had purchased in Pittsburgh my freshman year after I had left my treasured black and green Adidas jacket at the field by the University of Pittsburgh.
Cross Color and Girbaud were coveted clothing items in 1992.
This was my signature look for senior year.
Sneakers were still a big deal, and I wore Nike. They were basketball hi-tops colored grey with a blue Nike swoosh symbol. Why did I buy grey shoes?! Maybe because they wouldn’t look as used up or dirty as white shoes. Aesthetically they were ordinary, but a solid basketball shoe. Nike was still ahead of the pack when it came to shoe technology. The model was likely the Air Flight Mid. But unlike my shoes from 8th grade or even my Air Max from when I was 15-16, I had little affinity for this shoe. My passion for sneakers had faded, perhaps another indication that I was growing out of childhood.
This was the model of Nike I wore senior year. Mine were darker grey with a blue swoosh.
Gospel Outreach School and High School Memories 1988-1992 