I see you are wearing what appears to be a rather plain T-shirt…but, wait a minute. Is that a handprint? How did that get there? And is that handprint remotely close to your…um…or your…uh, you know?
What possessed us to voluntarily wear shirts that reacted to heat, as if adolescents need more opportunities to draw attention to underarms, chests, or anything that might sweat? But it was irresistibly fun to walk up to a friend and “mark” him or her with your handprint. This social branding proved that you were comfortable enough with human beings to touch them, and they were comfortable enough with you to let you. And if there was a boy/girl dynamic going on, well, all the more cool.
I distinctly remember putting a handprint on the back of my 7th grade crush and feeling like I had sent him off on his day with a marker of my affection and protection. I’m sure he appreciated this sentiment from a girl encased in a modified Milwaukee back brace, glasses, and braces. (Charming personality notwithstanding.)
With Hypercolor, the heat was always on. Thank you, early 1990s, for being a time when novelty trumped all when it came to fashion.