The subject of un-rest being: 'Back in the day'/ 'Old skool'/ Wannabees.
What sparked my rage was when, today in the street, I walked past this right porker about 19 years old at the most, wearing a black tshirt with the print 'BORN IN THE 80S' in bright orange block capitals (you know the ones). Now I've seen and shaken my head at plenty of these kind of tshirts over the past months, but this one, this one is like the ginger one in Girlsaloud, it's the one that's extra irritaing to look at in a collection of things that wind you up.
The reason it pisses me off so much is not the tshirt itself but the people that wear it, because while everyone born between the 1st of January 1980 and the 31st of December 1989 is an Eighties baby only those born in the first few years remember shit, and yet all the people who I see in them definately weren't born before '88.
I myself am like, so Eighties too you know! for four months and I can't of course remember anything.
That's probably longer though than some of the aforementioned tshirt rockers that have recently graduated 'retro studies' from 'The RiverIsland & TopShop College of Ignorance'.
I know these tshirts only say BORN in the Eighties, but why, if you're going to make a bold statement about your lifestyle and fashion interests would you be looking for loop-holes (and believe me it is a bold statement when its the size I saw earlier).
I'm also well aware that fashion goes in cycles, repeating its self in bits or sometimes in a big way every so often.
What I can't get my head around is people doing stuff, sometimes really to the extreme, without even having a clue why they're doing it. It's the whole Nu-Rave thing, which I am hoping is coming to an end now, with people just picking up the loudest colours and most over the top accessories and throwing them together to make Watford-cunt.
Now I myself often wear bright colours but not just since it was cool, since way back (maybe even the eighties...) and I also have more Puma Clydes than any other kind of shoe. But I'm not going to front like 'yeah I had those little baby size Pumas wit some fat laces and a little baby dookie rope and yo I used to be a real dope b-baby back in the day, you know on the southside of the creche'.
When I wear my Pumas or a tshirt with De La Soul on it, it's because once I was much older, infact in the naughties, when I was old enough to really get into music Hip-Hop was what I chose...only after some time of listening and not understanding references and getting progressively frustrated with the quality of new music I began going back in time to where I found artists I could really get into and begin to understand and apreciate more new music too. Also books like Dondi White style master general, Aerosol Art, and films like WildStyle and Style wars have had a big influence on me.
And that De La tshirt is signed dont watch that, and so is my Big Daddy Kane tshirt.
The Eighties aren't the only decade under seige by ignorance either. Second on my list of fashion peeves must be the sudden wave of Jimmi Hendrix fans. Everywhere I go I see kids wearing tshirts with images of the late Jimmi, I'm not going to lie I do not know very much about Mr Hendrix, but then I haven't just walked out of RiverIsland with an, apparently brand new, inside-out, badly made, tshirt with some cracked effect cut-and-pasted image of the poor ridiculed man on it.
One wasn't enough!
Two this season and there's been others in the past.
And to top off the distress I've been caused by all these budding Marty McFlys recently.......One kid turned round to me and said the other day "Frank Sinatra's like late 60's innit" after having just announced how he's so into music, and just bourght Frank's greatest fucking hits!
"and it don't stop."
A.C.
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