Every now and then a piece shows up that doesn’t quite fit the usual category — and somehow fits perfectly anyway. Boomers comes from the loud, neon, after-midnight world of old-school Atlanta strip clubs: big name, bold type, zero subtlety.
In another life it was straight nightlife ephemera. In this one, it reads as pure camp Americana — the kind of graphic bravado that ages into something entirely its own. A little tough, a little funny, a little over the top, and somehow cooler decades later than it ever meant to be.
Old straight strip clubs, biker bars, dive signs, and macho logos were never meant for queer audiences — which is exactly why they’re fun to wear now. Time has a way of turning swagger into camp, bravado into style, and seriousness into something you can enjoy with a sideways smile. By pulling these graphics into a queer context, you’re not celebrating the past so much asre-editing it— wearing it with irony, confidence, and ownership.
It’s a quiet kind of empowerment: We get to wear anything now. Even the stuff that once wasn’t for us. Especially the stuff that once wasn’t for us.
