Time Out of Place

The lacquer, the tease, the crimp, of the hair as we go out in style, mesh tops with flair the motley choices of fashion pronounced by the neon signs on our t-shirts no doubt. Bobby socks and crop tops, spangled and bright, all bangles and pearls to represent a Mardi Gras night. The girls they did flock to the taverns in pairs, to listen to the synthesised tunes that filled the air. The boys, tight jeaned, and permed like a rock stars, would enter in packs as though they were the masters, sauntering through the ladies of lace, one gloved with the charisma, yet held no grace. The eighties were deemed a time out of place, where anything goes, a retro space. Defined by the music, the look now seems displaced, yet there was fun and freedom when the eighties took place. 25/10/2018