Jun 04 2012
Don’t hold this against me.
I lived through the 1980s.
And I love the ’80s. Well … at least I love ’80s music. My music rotation is packed with Debbie Gibson and Richard Marx, Hall & Oates, Air Supply and Honeymoon Suite (YEAH, Canadian rock ‘n’ roll!).
I don’t love ’80s fashion. And while bits and pieces have shown up in recent fashion trends (damn the bubble skirt! it was on my prom dress!), it’s better — I believe — to dress up time.
You haven’t lived until you’ve been to or hosted a retro ’80s party, gathering your friends at the house for a raucous night of gelled hair, boat shoes and pastels.
We’re not even talking about the hair metal ’80s but we’ll get to that next week. (Tease!)
So while you’re filling up your track list with Prince, Michael Jackson and Rick Springfield, you’re wondering what to wear.
Girls, think bright colours, especially neon, and fishnet gloves or stockings. Grab an old sweatshirt and cut off a shoulder, a la Alex Owens in Flashdance. Think feathers dangling from your earrings. And leg warmers.
For heaven’s sake, don’t forget the leg warmers.
Our Grade 7 winter carnival adopted the theme Valley Girl, an ode to the TV hit sitcom Square Pegs (which was the first time I saw Sarah Jessica Parker on a screen). I had Mom buy me a mini dress covered in pastel-coloured hearts with a matching braided headband and I completed the outfit with a four-dollar pair of canvas sneakers from the Met and bobby socks.
The outfit would work today as the perfect getup for an ’80s party. Or, you know, some kids might think it was cool enough to go clubbing in … go figure!
Guys, you want to hunt down some ripped-up acid wash jeans … or maybe you’re still hanging on to a pair? Grab a golf shirt in the zen of Izod, pop that collar, sling a roughed-up denim jacket over your shoulder and voila! If you can fashion a mullet and throw on a single hoop earring, you’re golden.
Oooh and leather hightops. I had a crush on this guy in high school … mullet, tight-as-hell jeans and leather hightops. Damn!
But I digress …
If you’re thinking Don Johnson, Phillip Michael Thomas and Miami Vice, gentlemen, we speak the same language.
Now get out there and be, like, so totally awesome.
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