Honestly, I can't really fault my mother for choosing the trendy look for my wardrobe. As I recall, the only other fashion options in 1984 involved Valley Girl mini-skirts, parachute pants, checkered Vans, zippered leather jackets, fugly stirrup leggings, OP beach wear, and Garanimals. None of the above options would ever look normal on the pudgy, white bread-suburbanite me .
After an extended hibernation, Lacoste is back on the scene.
Look at how excited one Houston neighborhood is to welcome in a new era of all things Lacoste. They LOVE Lacoste and they're not afraid to show it. They even named their street Lacoste Love Ct.
You too can be a resident of Lacoste Love Ct. but only if you solemnly swear to uphold the strict tenets of their Home Owner's Association Policy. The H.O.A. states that all residents must wear Izod Lacoste apparel at all times. Residents must also decorate their yard space with alligator fountains and all topiary bushes must be cut into the shape of alligators. I think they're working on a fundraiser to isolate their street from the rest of the neighborhood by building a moat and stocking it with real alligators.
I hope they realize that they'll never be able to get another pizza delivered to their home again.
I really like the NO OUTLET notice situated above the street sign.
It's as though the occupants of Lacoste Love Ct. are saying LACOSTE LOVE OR DIE, BABY. THERE'S NO WAY OUT!
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Great photo! I was never into the alligator thing. In 1984 I would have been wearing a Che t-shirt. Guess those are back too--thanks to Bart Simpson.
I never understood the Lacoste thing either, but the picture is funny!
I'm thinking that the No Outlet sign also refers to no discounts here, they paid full price for their Lacoste-ly apparel
So what I hear you saying is that you never wore your boyfriend's Members Only jacket.
What about the jelly shoes? Those were disgusting--never owned a pair.
I agree, I read NO OUTLET and think no outlet store!
NO OUTLET = once you are in you can't get out. Kind of like Hotel California. You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave. . .
Just say NO to the gator!
I was looking at an Izod shirt just today. Don't worry--it was on the clearance rack!
They've sneakily moved the alligator from the b**b down towards the bottom of the shirt. tricky, tricky.
ahhhhhh......i remember the alligator all too well. i got exactly TWO izods, and that was at the start of my 8th grade year. i still to this day do NOT know how i talked my mom into them because she did NOT roll like that.
i remember she tried to talk me into the poor man's verson: LE TIGRE. THE KISS OF DEATH.
I used to think those alligators on people's chests were pretty cool!
I'm ashamed to admit that I bought some of those stirrup legging thingys at K-Mart...and actually thought I looked good in them! :0
Simon worships at the alter of alligator... I buy my cloths from Target.
Lucky.
My mom wouldn't buy me any Izod shirts. They cost too much.
Also, I was too tall for the stirrup leggings, they just never fit quite right.
I did however have a pair of jelly shoes. And a black stonewashed jacket with huge shoulder pads.
And really big hair.
I had to (snuffle-sniff-sniff) wear generic alligator shirts. And cut rate leggings. But I wore them with pride. Oh and really big hair.
I;m gonna send them my croc head and see them pee their alligator clad outfits
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