Front | Of The Class -2008-

Leaving the club at 4 AM was a war zone. You emerged into the neon-lit parking lot, ears ringing. You hailed a cab by whistling (no Uber), or you piled into your friend’s Scion xB that smelled like cigarette smoke and Red Bull.

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. Front Of The Class -2008-

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. Leaving the club at 4 AM was a war zone

Social media existed, but it was awkward. Facebook was for tagging blurry photos taken on a BlackBerry Curve. Instagram was still three years away. To prove you were at the front, you took a digital camera (Sony Cyber-shot) and set the flash to "Maximum Blindness." 2008 was the last year of the "Old Vegas" and "Old New York

So here’s to you, 2008. The last great party before everyone started taking photos for the 'gram. We salute your shutter shades, your overpriced vodka, and your terrible, terrible denim.

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.