Photos Where Gen X is Owning the Greatest Decade

Crop-top guitarist in a fedora grips a Flying V like rent’s due tonight.

Donkey Kong glow hits two teens locked in Galaga battle, hair big and focus intense.

Swimsuits, big hair, and lake reflections lock this group forever in 1988 confidence.

Shorts, snow, and aviators collide as one man proves frostbite is for quitters.

Sun, sand, and six perfect mullets unite for one immortal coastal family photo.

Grill smoke rises behind women with teased hair and outfits made entirely of confidence.

Case stacks and beer towers surround a man swigging champagne straight from the bottle.

Chain-wearing friends pose indoors, halfway between pre-grunge cool and early-90s confusion.

Two shirtless teens hoist an engine from a muscle car using backyard engineering and hope.

Five women and one man unite under heavy blush, bigger hair, and even bigger shoulders.

Board under arm, teen stands before a wall of Thrasher clippings and pure skater energy.

Corolla trunk doubles as a throne for a teen in Gizmo tee and striped tube socks.

Captain Morgan shirt, aviators, and a wicker chair complete the smile of weekend victory.

Seven friends squeeze into a living room of chaos, neon lights, and one inflatable duck.

Blonde driver leans from a vintage truck window, half-smile, full-control, pastel outfit in command.

Six neighborhood kids freeze mid-pose in tube socks and denim cutoffs, childhood at its peak.

Every inch of wall screams Iron Maiden as a teen in Sabbath gear poses mid-poster pride.

Cobblestone, bikinis, and scooters fill the frame of a Eurotrip snapshot that smells like sunscreen.

Tie-dye kid beams beside a chunky Mac Plus and the future of homework frustration.

Bedroom lighting hits hard on zebra sleeves and magenta satin pants, confidence fully charged.

Three movie geeks lounge by a giant film spool, one flashing palm-print shorts worthy of Cannes.

Donkey Kong glow hits two teens locked in Galaga battle, hair big and focus intense.

Kid catches air inches above a man’s face, mid-jump over a makeshift ramp in the dirt.

Marge-costumed mom and her blonde kid rest on a bench, skateboard, and cartoon merch everywhere.

Twenty guys squeeze into a basement, surrounded by Budweisers, pizza boxes, and pure college confidence.

Six teens crowd a Defender cabinet, eyes locked on glowing pixels and one guy’s high-score destiny.