Back to a golden era of high-top fades and snap-backed innocence.
But time machines won’t exist until 2134.
We know, because we came back in one.
But it broke.
But you can’t use it.
So this’ll have to do...
Welcome to Mr. Throwback, a walk-in-closet-sized shrine of vintage ’80s and ’90s sports ephemera, toys and random style treasures, now open in the East Village.
If someone organized your messy childhood bedroom, then tossed in some quality distressed leather goods—boom: this place. A place where Shawn Bradley Nets jerseys, reversible Knicks/Mets leather jackets and vintage bombers peacefully coexist.
Allow us to give you the tour... Walk in the door. Look around. Thus concludes the tour.
Yeah, it’s small. But in that space: a vintage Atlanta Hawks Starter warm-up that may or may not have belonged to Spud Webb (hint: it didn’t). A Hudson’s Bay blanket peacoat. A circa-1993 Hubert Davis jersey. Several beat-to-hell Barbour jackets. Some Theo Huxtable date-night Coogi sweaters. An Urkel doll (yes, they did do that).
The Mighty Ducks is on the TV/VCR combo. There’re He-Man action figures for sale. An LL Cool J Troop jacket hangs near the ceiling. Earth’s last remaining in-the-case copy of Little Giants on VHS is right here.
... So that takes care of gifts for Mom.