Style Icons for Summer 2010


At the first glints of low winter sun, here are the style influences I am thinking about for this years Summer:

(1) Inspiral Carpets

bowl cut genius

It has been a long time since men have worn floral print in such flagrant ways. The combination of ugly-but-iconic bowl cuts and granny chic was integral to the late 80s/early 90s Madchester scene. Page-Boy haircuts, all over Baggy-ness, flowery long-sleeved tops set an androgynous silhouette which predicted the shapeless excess of Seattle grunge a few years later.

Pet Hate 1:Top shelf trickledown


Not to sound like a kneejerk feminist (fundamentalism of any kind is idiotic), I am fed up of being coralled in the Men’s Style section of my local newsagents by men getting their soft-porn lunch hour fix. I do not want to be associated with endless images of the airbrushed milk sacks and the vacant come-hither eyes of glamour models desperate for fame at any cost. The myth of nymphomaniac women ever-hungry for the ever ready male member is complete BS. Men know this really, but Porn allows them temporary respite from their aesthetic shortcomings: in pornworld, the elephant man can get laid by someone who really wants it.

Quick Rant about Sex, Death and Whipping


Sex and Death are the two moral compasses by which politics, ethics and aesthetics habitually find direction. The cultural traumas we have inherited from the past cause us to feel guilty about not feeling guilty, and to perceive pain and suffering as the essence of reality. The over-saturation of words like poignant and haunting in the critical reception of art, films and music constructs a trauma oneupmanship whereby the most harrowing experiences are synonymous with the most authentic and worthwhile. This masochism reiterates the old modernist diatribe against the duping opiate of mass media which kills us slowly in the name of entertainment. After each World War, all meaningful representation was charged with carrying the burden of history. Thus popular culture and high art went their separate ways, serving as they did different classes their respective meat (hot superficiality to one and cold profundity to the other). The post modern trend for a blurring of boundaries between the sentimental and the austere has helped to dispel some of this attitude but self-flagellation seems to be inherent in the bourgeois self image.