June 8, 2016 |
I fucking love the 80s. Now I know I start every post with “I fucking love…” and then follow with a funny anecdote (or so Jack tells me) but this time he is wrong. Instead I will solely talk about stuff that isn’t my life. So there. Back to the 80s. Why do I love the 80s? The excess of it all. Big, hair, bold make-up, bright patterns, sequins, prints, ribbons – the whole shebang. More is not enough, add even more and you’re a little closer. Clearly I’m not the only one in love with the 80s. Have you seen the Marc Jacobs Resort 2017 collection? Of course you have, it was all over Instagram. I wasn’t there (in the 80s) so I don’t have expert knowledge but I’m going to make a sweeping statement and say this was a ‘Best of the 80s’ collection. Imagine a high school full of terrifyingly beautiful girls in 1988. They’re standing by the lockers (bunking off of course because they’re punk like that) spraying aerosol hairspray and applying more kohl around their eyes. They’re blasting out Duran Duran on a boombox, just like Marc did at the show. After school they head over to a car park to hang out with the boys and smoke cigarettes. It was very that. And I can’t get enough of it. Make me one of your girls Marc!
