Nightwatch

Which 60s or 70s clothing shockers are you a bit ashamed of? Glad I missed the winklepicker phase. Remember stovepipe jeans? Bovver boots? Chinos did not suit me as one needed to be about 6’2” IMHO.

On women, flairs were as bad as for men. I never did the shirt unbuttoned to waist thing, with chain. Beehive hairdos were not my fave on girls. Tight shirts on us with long collars were awful but I liked button down.

Your list?

18 comments for “Nightwatch

  1. One day maybe. Still too embarrassed after more than forty years. Let’s just say that tank tops, bell bottoms, bright colours, Afghan coats, very strange headwear feature in the list. My mother, like all good women, collected buttons and zip fasteners. Rather than throw clothes away I would pass them on to her. Everything was used, the material became cleaning cloths. One day my dad turned up at my house wearing flares and a loud tank top. I almost dragged him in before anyone saw him. Mum was a very good seamstress but had little idea of fashion. Do you remember the safari suits, mostly worn by Bangladeshi immigrants in the 70s? Mum bought them by the dozen from jumble sales for my dad. Poor man.

  2. Platform soles. Bi-coloured bell bottoms – above the knee one colour and second darker colour below the knee cut in a sort of zig-zag. Pageboy hair cut. Elephant ear collars on psychedelic shirts. Nuff said.

  3. For everyday wear me and my schoolmates would not be seen without Doc Marten boots, or shoes on occasion – ox-blood, naturally – together with jean jacket and jeans (Levi 501’s or Wrangler). A night at the disco would see us in Crombie coats or Harrington jackets of various colours – my favourite was two-tone (tonic) red and black. Stay-Press trousers, remember them? What I was ashamed of was a particular pair of stacked sole shoes my parents bought me at my request. Bloody awful brown and cream chequered wet-look things. To cap it all I fell off them dancing with my dream date at a boys club Christmas disco in ’72 – she was gorgeous* and did her best not to laugh as my ankle swelled to twice its size. Suffice it to say I never wore platform shoes again and hate them to this day.

    (She stayed gorgeous all the way through her twenties, thirties and forties when I finally lost track of her. Her name was Georgina, was an Aikido black belt and had 4 daughters)

  4. The ‘kaftan and beads’ was probably the personal low-point: loud colours, garish pattern – just thankful there were no digital cameras or Facebook then, so it remains but a regrettable memory rather than an undeniable fact.

  5. I give thanks to God, every day, that I grew up in the biker culture. T shirt, jeans and leather jacket, all the way.

  6. I was just so cute!
    Really didn’t matter. 🙂 🙂
    Just joshin’!

    So glad no digital pics too!

    Kaftan and beads…speechless! Now pics of that would be rich.:)

  7. Now we know who were the mods, rockers, hippies, and those who haven’t commented are probably blessed with good sense. Good enough to keep schtum anyway.

    Or just so cute to get away with anything.

    • “those who haven’t commented are probably blessed with good sense. Good enough to keep schtum anyway.”

      Ah – you must mean the Bay City Roller fans…

        • Yes they were Scottish, nominal age of fans, about 12 and almost all girls who wore the same garb and waved tartan scarves around.

          The Goodies did a hilarious Christmas special in 75 I think but can’t find it, the story went that Britain was bankrupt because the Bay City Rollers had all the money, so the Goodies started a band, featuring Alvin Stardust’s glove, the Rubette’s cap and (forgive me) Gary Glitter’s hairy chest (a doormat with ‘Welcome’ on it). They got so famous that their gigs had to be heavily policed, so there was no space for the audience – therefore they had to play to the Police, who were hysterically squealing like little girls.

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