I turned 18 in ’88. Looking like this picture (taken by the end of ’87).
I remember the times. On the verge of moving on to university. Still friends. Romantic with a flower power girl. Pretending to be young. A huge fan of bands like Virgin Prunes and Bauhaus. Nothing what it seems.
The eighties ruled :)
A time of positive change… anything seemed possible.
The myths of youth. Did we all make our plans happen?