Back in the 80s, my mom brought me back a pair of cuffed parachute pants from New York that I was obsessed with. It was too fashion-forward to wear in Manila, yet here they were, brought for me by my mom, who egged me on to wear them because they were the latest thing inNew York...never mind the risk of being beaten up as a fag in Manila. Naturally, I wore them.
I'd have done a more realized sketch but I'm 4 cocktails in and can barely manage this level of chicken scratch. Well, maybe not, but I choose to be sketchy.