Bodega's latest collection, entitled "No Service," takes me back to my golden era weekends. Only Instead of hanging out in basements and abandoned construction sites, I spent most of my teenage years being like, "Where the fuck are all these places I can hang out with girls who shave their whole head except for their bangs at?" My edgiest moments took place in fast food parking lots where I absolutely stunted on everyone in my nylon cargos and Freshjive tees with a white tall tee poking out underneath. Shit was never the same after I hopped out my mom's Dodge conversion van to attend Stephanie B's "no adults allowed" dinner party. I spent all night talking about how I had just quit piano lessons.
