This thread is hitting close to home. One of my college roommates passed away unexpectedly last week, and my FB has been flooded with lots of pictures from that era. I'm pretty unsettled emotionally at the moment.

But, to the thread, I was a long haired surfer, wearing surf stuff and flip flops.

Was the year my daughter was born and my life was never going to be the same.

Yeah, dandruff is the last of his worries...get a bloody tie!

In 2000, already 45, with a 14 yo daughter and a 13 yo son, trying really hard to figure out and transition my practice from mainly reconstructive stuff to a higher end cosmetic practice in a city I had no connections. At the time Paul Simon's lyrics used to echo constantly in my head "Why is life getting harder when I'm getting soft in the middle".
And life did get even harder, but so did I, as we all do inevitably.
Then one day you find yourself enjoying it not really quite knowing why it got to this, but being grateful for just for being here.

Last edited by Chévere (2015-08-15 19:47:04)

2000 started with relief that the software changes i had sold to the industry to avoid energy systems not working had worked.  Remember Y2K compliance orogrammes?

2000 was a blur, new first house, young son, one on the way, ace work, travel, being paid to drink in the day the norm still, loads of fun, internet still fairly new, socialising all the time, no time to stop and contemplate, clothing was just something was all did without thinking.  The 1990's had been an anti style decade it seemed.  It wasn't until I got to 40 I looked at !yself and felt I needed to become myself stylistically again.

As 9/11 hit I was listening to the radio over the tannoy at a holiday camp where we and friends had taken our by now collective of four kids.

By 2004 I was in Rus5!a advising on some serious stuff best not described here that had me wondering how to get out.  Life is strange.

Last edited by An Unseen Scene (2015-08-17 15:41:45)

Thanks fellas.

To quote Thetrad:

1990. Lloyd's of London. Mind the gap. Covert coats. Hermes ties. "only old men wear contrasting collars, mate."

Watery coffee and digestive biscuits. "Did he put a line down?" Slip cases. Black cap toes. DB suits. Side vents. Standing on an air conditioning vent. Blue waiter great coats in a sea of grey and navy suits.

Smoking by the lav. Lunch at Ball Brothers. G&T. A starter. A pudding. A Packet of B&H Golds and Triple X mints. Walking back. Steel taps on concrete. Brollies. Your bits and pieces. Office drinks at the Lamb. Can't figure out the pay phone. Are they all on drugs? Hard to say.

i was 14, and had bought my first (and to date, only) issue of gq. it was revelatory, but i preferred computer gaming world.