Rewatching this reminded me of how so many 90s teens decorated their rooms with 20th-century cultural debris.
It was peak season for seeking out that kind of treasure: weekends at flea markets/antique malls and always taking alleyways home just in case someone had tossed out a colossal console TV, some colorful Eames chairs, or a space-age dining table. Maybe a thoughtfully curated set of moog records or a beloved 1967 wardrobe collapsed into garment bags—both long since separated from their…