Living at the Front of the CL in 2008 meant you were a cultural amphibian—able to breathe underwater in the murky depths of VIP bottle service while gasping for air in the bright, harsh light of the digital future.
For the ladies, it was the era of the bandage dress. Hervé Léger or a knock-off from Wet Seal—it didn’t matter. You were poured into it. Accessories included a bedazzled flip phone (Motorola RAZR or LG enV), a giant cocktail ring that doubled as a weapon, and a pair of heels you would leave in the parking lot at 2 AM because your feet were bleeding. Front Of The Class -2008-
The photos were terrible. Red eyes. Greasy foreheads. A girl mid-sneeze. You uploaded them to MySpace or Flickr at 3 AM on your dial-up connection (okay, maybe DSL), and you tagged them with captions like: "Vegas Baby!!!" or "Tuesday night? YOLO before YOLO existed." Living at the Front of the CL in
In 2008, getting “Front of the CL” ready was a two-hour ritual. For the guys, it meant deep V-necks (the deeper the V, the higher the status), boot-cut jeans with bejeweled back pockets, and square-toed loafers. If you weren’t wearing a popped polo collar or a blazer with the sleeves pushed up to your elbows, did you even exist? You were poured into it
The aesthetic wasn't "clean girl." It was disco nap chic .
If you were living at the Front of the CL (The Club. The Cool Life. The Culture.) in 2008, you didn’t just witness the end of the decade—you survived the pinnacle of over-the-top lifestyle and entertainment. Before the iPhone 3G ruined the surprise of the guest list, 2008 was a glorious, sweaty, spray-tanned paradox.
2008 was the last year of the "Old Vegas" and "Old New York." It was the last hurrah before the Great Recession sobered everyone up. It was the end of the celebrity gossip blog era (Perez Hilton, TMZ) and the dawn of the influencer.