Of The Class -2008-: Front

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.

Let’s step back into the velvet rope.

Leaving the club at 4 AM was a war zone. You emerged into the neon-lit parking lot, ears ringing. You hailed a cab by whistling (no Uber), or you piled into your friend’s Scion xB that smelled like cigarette smoke and Red Bull. 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? So here’s to you, 2008