I was in my most pure form from birth to age 10. Didn't give a shit about appearance and most certainly would wear the most whack clothing my parents could afford. I miss those times.
Age 11 made an older friend at church. He skated, I skated, it was cool. Showed me Fulfill The Dream and tought me how to talk to girls. Also, unfortunately, influenced me to dress like Peter Smolik (White Kiston 1's, massive blue jeans and tight black t-shirts) and spike my hair. Woof, I hope those pictures never see the light of day.
Age 13-14 I went through the spiked hair and pooka shell phase. Woof.
15-17 Was my PJ Ladd, black accels, blue jeans and blank t-shirts. Started growing out my hair which would eventually go to my shoulders. Chicks dug it, it was a thing in the early 2000's.
18-20 Was my Fully Flared phase. Brown cords, black shirts, lakai manchesters.
21-24ish, I got a job selling suits at a mall and that really fucked my kits up for a bit. Wore polo shirts, khakis and boat shoes for a hot minute. I look 10 years older then than I do now in those pictures. Crew cut, the whole shit. Then got a job in hotel AV and threw some suits/dress shirts into that mix. I was on an unhealthy regiment of Xanax, tequila sunrises and really started to not give a shit about
24-now (31), when I started working for trendy tech companies. My closet consists of the following (rigorously maintained inventory):
-Jeans, either black or blue
-tshirts, either black or green
-the basics
-a suit
I love you, Marie Condo.