I have feeling most of the people who want the 90's back wasn't alive to experience the ugliness.
Sir, how dare you, I lived every minute, I still have the scars.
A complete return remains impossible, so the fullness of what I suggest might only exist in small strokes: a baggy shirt, a voluptuous pant. Imagination, wreathed in plaid; a firm trespass into color. Do not stand in this man's way: