Ragina Goodwin / Andy Connell / Daryl McKinnon / Lorna Martin
Erin Barker / Dave Mejia / Dwayne Locke / Nigiba Harding
Some doubles here – the whole second row, I think. These are better (except maybe Nigiba’s – but it’s always hard drawing babes well for a cruddler such as myself).
Ragina – pronounced like “Rag” + “geena” (as in “green” without the “r”). WTF, am I right? Way to go, Ragina’s parents…
Andy Connell had a sister who looked very much like him – light-skinned, narrow faced. Lorna Martin seemed more ethnic than that name would imply.
I should also mention these aren’t actual rows in the yearbook – or even one single yearbook. Just a random collection of fun people to draw…
Laura Laht / Paul Kariakou / Jeff Kwong / Yee-Ling Kwan
Nick Luka / David Ma / Alan MacDonald / Kim McFarlane
A few more comicy-style joints I done did a few weeks ago. I’ve drawn Alan before – and it kind of sucked. This one’s better.
Kim McFarlane I remember from as early as grade 2. David Ma looks less child-like and cuddly (like a baby panda) here than in real life (at the time).
Generally, I was kinder than reality (minus Jeff Kwong’s freakish peepers).
This week I’ll be exploring all things 90s – from hair to fashion to… well, mainly just through hair and fashion.
Li’l Gerald here, for instance, is rocking a “groodie” – a self-created (lousy) term for a plaid shirt or vest with a hood in place of the collar (or any sense of style or class) so ubiquitous in the early-to-mid 90s.
His hair is also peculiarly greasy and 90s-ey – shaved at the sides, slicked back and alarmingly long on top. It’s got a wider reach that his hood, for Chrissake!
And in a 90s two-for-one kind of deal (much like the old Marvel Team-Up comic, which featured Spider-Man and whatever second-rate hero needed sales backintheday), Gerald 500 here is also rocking another peculiar 90s-ism: a turtleneck! I don’t know why they were so popular back then (fear of vampires? cold fronts concentrated in the neckal region?), but I for one am glad Gerald wasn’t playing when it came to his trendy neck-swaddling game.
I took some liberties here. Yes, her eyes were really closed. No, I don’t know if Tamika’s hair was actually red or not. But given the audacity of what’s going on follically, I wouldn’t put it past her.
At first glance, it kind of looks like two hairdos in one (a bob and that peacock-esque explosion up top) – like she had a two-for-one coupon or something and damned if she wasn’t going it use it all herself.
While the magnitude of Tamika’s bizness wasn’t the norm per sé among the flyer of black chicks backintheday, certain elements within were: the almost metallic sheen on their curls, for instance. It was as shiny as aluminum foil, yet flatter and smoother.
And this tan-khaki vest thing was part of a matching pants suit, I’m betting. That kinda shit was big back then. Trust me…
Shazia Sharif (Redux)
Now she kinda looks the wrong kind of Indian – Native, not the sub-continental sort. Whateves. Much closer to reality now. Also, I kind of made her more fly. No need to thank me, Shazia…
Just so you don’t get the impression my hi skool was Pleasantville or nothin’, I drew ol’ Shazia here. Didn’t know her – and I apologize to her if she feels her skin tone ain’t right. Peeps get sensitive over that shit. Believe me…
I gotta admit, lookin’ at this drawing she looks more Thai-Asiany than Pakistani or Indian. But the waves and sheer volume of hair are more on point. Might gotta do a re-do. Goddammit…
I actually still know this chick – although to call her a chick now is hopelessly juvenile. Consider it the voice of yesteryear talking (though given my penchant for juvenilia it could’ve conceivably been yesterday).
Anyhow, she used to hang with (or be one of) the Dirtys – what we called the low-level burnouts; the “stoners” (in quotes only because I loathe the word) and vaguely hippie-ish, grungy pot- and cigarette-smokers that populated every hi skool of the era. Or at least that was my perception of them backintheday. Unlike them, I didn’t do any drugs in hi skool. I saved them all for my 20s (and so on)…
I didn’t know this chick backintheday (probably because she was three years young than me), but she does seem somewhat familiar. Kinda petite, as I recall…
I certainly don’t remember her being this striking, though – on some porcelain/alabaster demi-goddess shit. I ain’t frontin’ with the hair, neither – shit was at least that long. She’s probably a mom now. Is that a diss? Cuz I don’t mean it that way at all…
Another example of the “groodie”, or the “Seattle” (those fleece plaid shirts with sewn-on hoods popular during the early 90s) – on the exact same page as another “groodie” in my final yearbook. His (Dennis’s) may or may not have had sleeves.
Wanna know how you can tell if an actual hoodie is any good? Peep the inner part of the hood – you know, where your head goes when you actually pull your hood over it. Is it that same plush, sweatshirt material as the body and sleeves? If so, then it’s halfway decent at the least.
If not (like ol’ Dennis’s groodie here), then the interior of your hood is like the interior of your sweatshirt – thin and bare, kind of like a shaved rat. Basically, it’s inside-out (which, as we all know, is wiggidy-wiggidy-wiggidy-wack).
Personally, I think the greatest hoodie of all time has to be the Champion Reverse Weave. No substitutes. Not no Russell, no Everlast, not even the venerable Swooshie can compare to that sweet ribbing and those game-tight extra-long cuffs.
Mods have always been a niche sub-culture methinks, but they had a li’l resurgence in the late 80s/early 90s. Hence dude’s bowl cute and suit for picture day (I’m sure he also owned either an olive-green army parka, James jacket or M1 bomber). Incidentally, I did unwittingly improve Donald’s appearance here. He seems a li’l more squat and slitty-eyed in his actual-factual yearbook photo. You’re welcome, man.