Arts & Letters
When summer turned to fall during my years in school, it meant one thing and one thing only: a new first day of school outfit that would hopefully be a precursor to a socially active school year. 1994 was special in many respects; it was the year Kurt Cobain committed suicide, the year My So Called Life premiered, the year I started high school… but more importantly, it was that year I got my first pair of Chuck Taylors. One week before my freshman year began, I arrived at the Lady Foot Locker with my mother knowing exactly what pair I was after. Though the Chuck Taylor model had been established decades before, I was young and naïve enough to think that those sneakers were built solely for the September issue of Sassy Magazine, which forecasted them in their "Trends" section. (As I approached the glowing Converse floor display, I knew) I needed to have a pair.