Fresh Like ’95 has the high-top fade, round frames, and the thoughtful expression of someone trying to remember whether he rewound the VHS before returning it. The colors are loud, the pose is serious, and “Fresh” is written across the front in case the evidence somehow wasn’t convincing enough.

Nostalgia isn’t always about wanting the past back. Sometimes it’s remembering when personal style felt playful, music had to be carried with you, and being cool required imagination instead of an algorithm. The decade may be over. The flavor clearly survived.