(vintage bestey johnson coat, proenza schouler jeans, thrifted sweater)
So last night the old man and I went out on a date to the Music Box Theater where Jim DeRogatis was hosting a screening of 24 Hour Party People. It's one of my absolute favorite films because for 1.5 hours I can lose myself in a mad, Madchester world that exists only in dreams and legends and my romanticized longings. If I could go back into any point of musical history it would be undoubtedly be able to experience the ecstasy (literally) of a rave at the Hacienda. I would trade my youth in with no hesitation to have been born long enough ago to see Madchester in its heyday. New Order and the Stone Roses and the Factory Records experimental art project...how I wish I could have been a part of that. I don't even like the Happy Mondays!, but it's not about the music I think, it's about what it represented, it's about time when people were just genuinely fucking excited to see rock bands at a shitty club and they danced at shows and partied in a scene that was original and dynamic. There has been nothing like that since, from the Union Jack to the stars n' stripes because the DJ has commandeered peoples' dancing bodies. At risk of quoting The Smiths, the DJ says nothing to me about my life. And so I spend my days romanticizing a scene I wasn't born early enough to know. Though romanticization is kind of fun because I have this elaborate idea built up in my head of what the Hacienda was and real life always tragically falls short.
Anyway. I wanted to wear an outfit that felt sufficiently 90s and Madchester, and I think I accomplished it with the cropped turtleneck, Peter Saville-kinda pants and giant fake fur coat. English music scenes from the 80s and 90s (shoegaze, new wave, batcave, Britpop, Madchester, etc) occupy a very special place in my heart and my "personal identity" and have always been a major inspiring force for me.
"This isn't about me. I'm a minor player, in my own life story."