I would have been really terrible at the eighties. I mean, I guess I did four years of it, but mostly I just remember bumbling around and being a little kid and wearing a lot of bows in my hair. (I guess most of those things are pretty good things.) But being, like, a full-fledged human being during the eighties, the excess and over the top-ness of it, oh heavens no. Still, this photo cracks me the fuck up and I guess if I had to live the eighties for just one night (you will never find me at an eighties night or themed party or, god help me, a bar that is eighties-themed ALL THE TIME), I’d hope it was something like driving in a car covered in light bulbs and wearing a mask and, I assume, lots of cocaine and dirty martinis.

photo by steven siegel