... bad romance
WHATEVER happened to the New Romantics? Are they just the Vintage Romantics now? I am praying this form of dressing makes what would be a very welcome return at the upcoming Women's Fashion Shows next month.
What could be more exciting and more London than a whole new generation of Buffalo Gals, homespun handpainted dirndls billowing and dreadlocks carousing down Oxford Street.
In its initial incarnation in the 1980s, Melbourne was at the epicentre of this style revolution and I have fond memories of coming across one top-hatted and heavily kohled lad with calico rags trailing a good 10m behind him. I believe he was just off to grab fish ’n’ chips. It was the era of spending longer getting ready than actual time out when you eventually swanned into the nightclub (never before midnight).
There was the joy of playing adult dress-ups with dobs of fabric paint and your mum’s Bernina when the original Vivienne Westwood was oceans to the north.
So with Spandau Ballet on loud, let's create some bedazzling fashion magic. Glue-gun please! KX
Ken, circa 1984, embracing his inner New Romantic, ably assisted by It model Melanie Gale