FASHION Magazine

The summers of my childhood were spent in a fairly standard uniform of Northern Getaway T-shirts, Teva sandals, one piece bathing suits and wrap-effect skorts. That was me, age 6 to 12. I would occasionally get fancy with a tank top or spaghetti straps in the later years, but the overall message of the look remained “I’m ready to capture the flag, let me just put on some sunscreen.”

Fast-forward to today, and normcore has adults rehashing my childhood wardrobe in slouchy whitewash denim while Birkenstocks dominate the runways. Meanwhile, kids are dressing in the reverse with designer labels, peacoats and a rehashing of the lensless hipster glasses trend of 2010. It looks weird, guys. It looks really weird.

The other day I saw a mother and her four year old walking down the street in matching outfits. Like her mother, this little tyke was sporting skinny jeans, Ugg boots and a peasant-inspired blouse. She looked like a shrunken adult minus a few years of botox and plus a binky. The tailoring of the clothes made her look like a ludicrously teeny woman. I didn’t know how to feel.