It’s pissing cats and dogs here in LA while round two of the Australian Open rages on which means that a. I haven’t left my bed all day, and b. I’m in the throws of some serious early 90s Agassi obsession. Sure, after the publication of his shockingly good auto-biography “OPEN” (since when are sports stars also good writers?), Andre Agassi is everywhere these days. But even before telling the world about his meth-fueled tennis days, disastrous marriage to an emotionally stunted actress (Brooke Shields – hello!!), and dazzling mullet hair pieces (did you know he went completely bald in his early twenties and spent years sporting fake hair held on by glue and sweat bands!!), there was the acid-washed denim tennis shorts. Agassi with the help of a little company called Nike, put acid-washed sports wear on the map and you have to love him for it. So, before I figure out how to leave this amazingly comfortable bed and magical world of not having eaten all day because that would require me to get out of bed, let’s take an acid washed flash-back at Agassi’s bedazzling love affair with acid washed wear…. phew…
more spandex, but sassed up with some remarkably flexible denim short shorts
the soft pouffy hair? UhhMAZING!!! And…the shorts, the pink v-neck t-shirt, the gold chain… the eyebrows…it does not get any better than this… ok, and now, at 7:45pm, I will really attempt to leave the bed…. just kidding!!!