For today’s installment of Throwback Thursday, we decided to end 2013 on a personal note. So, instead of reflecting on the pop culture zeitgeist, we’re sharing some of our own holiday-season snapshots (plus a few from our ITG pals). Enjoy (especially Michael's), and Happy Holidays from all of us in the Gloffice!
Emily Weiss: Ah, Christmas. I used to get so excited that around age 5—which is somewhere between my ages in these two images—my parents found me sitting, manic, under the tree at two in the morning and had to wedge my writhing body between them in bed until the sun came up and I burst free (you know the feeling). I mean, who WOULDN'T burst free when gifts like a BURTON SNOWBOARD await?! Nevermind that it would only get one season of use because I'd defect from the "skater" crew a year later. That lip-print waffle knit onesie is still in heavy rotation, though.
Michael Harper: (1988 - 1991, ages 4 and 7, Ireland and Houston) I always knew my mom dressed my brother and me in ever so slightly different outfits, but I'm also on the left side of every photo... which seems weirdly planned. Moms of ITG, is this a thing? Also, not all Santas are made equally; I believe Santa #2 is actually in a Kool-Aid Man top. Keep that in mind when choosing which mall to take your kids to.
Eva Chen: Even from an early age, the best part of winter was layering in style! Looking back at this photo, I feel very on-trend in my overalls and Saint Laurent-worthy stripes.
Edith Zimmerman: I'm almost certain this isn't a glass of wine (photo circa 1985).
Nick Axelrod: (Photo 1) Shortly after this picture was taken, I confessed to my parents that what I liked were the ski LODGES, not the actual sport of skiing. (Photo 2) Does that snowsuit make me look fat? Be honest.
Emily Schuman: When I was a baby, my mom mainly dressed me in androgynous, if not entirely masculine outfits (I had a tuxedo onesie that I'd rock for fancy occasions). The fact that I'm in a dress, albeit an awkwardly short nautical-inspired one, is pretty much a Christmas miracle.
Phoebe Tonkin: Christmas, I was around 2 years old. My mum was teaching me to write my name. (Overachiever alert.) Any Australians will recognize Humphrey B. Bear making a cameo in the background!
Lacey Gattis: Christmases generally end with my shirt on my head. It's a Lacey tradition the way other people have punch or toy trains. Like, 35 percent of the time I do wear clothes, though. That second pic is from The Laura Ashley Anomaly, a period when I temporarily metamorphosed into a sentient tweed sofa obsessed with heathery English pastels and mulling spices.
Mackenzie Wagoner: (Photo 1) Here, I must have been five, confirming that I've always had a thing for black velvet, ripped tights, and smeared lipstick; this was probably the beginning of my Courtney Love phase. My sister and I are sitting about half a foot away from the television and neither of us can be bothered to look at the camera. (Photo 2) Still five. My chivalrous next door neighbor has given his gloves and hat to our snowman. Let the record show that I offered. Also, caution: looking at my coat for too long could cause a stroke.
Jeanette Lai Thomas: Here's a photo of me from 1984 when mushroom haircuts were in vogue. Bowl haircuts seem to have been a rite of passage in my time. Growing up in Hong Kong, Santa was always Chinese for me!
Annie Kreighbaum: Six months? Two years? I'm not good with babies, and have no idea how old I am in this photo. Not much has changed, I still make that same unimpressed face when confronted with bad ombré.
Stacey Nishimoto: (Photo 1) Here's a "professional" holiday photo of me when I was about 5 years old. (Photo 2) This pic of Gus was in 2012, about four months old. It was Christmas Eve and he was immensely enjoying the Kenzo book before bedtime.
Kilo Kish: (Photo 1) Nine years old, 1999, in New Jersey before I moved back to Florida. I got CD-ROMs and Playstation 1 games that year, haha. (Photo 2) Five years old, 1995, in New Jersey with some mall Santa.
Mathea Millman: (Photo 1) Taken in 1993, so I was 2 years old. I thought I was helping shovel but in reality I could hardly move in the snowsuit, let alone see anything. (Photo 2) Taken in 1995, so I was 4 years old. I loved using as many layers of things as possible—scarves, hats, dresses, skirts, shoes, crowns. As much as possible. All the time, in any weather.
Elizabeth Brockway: (Photo 1) Christmas 1991, 1 year old. I'm fairly certain my mother's skirt, my jumper, and our tree all coordinated with same tartan plaid to ensure the optimal WASPy Christmas photo status. I turned to my thumb for reassurance. (Photo 2) Christmas 2001, 11 years old. Some people grow out of wanting a pony, others have a full-on panic attack when receiving a saddle. #horsesforever