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1970-1980 Fashion Look Books and Youth Culture Series

I was a nearly a teenager in 1975, a ten year old boys that felt older than I really was. My envy was those one or two classes above me at school,  looked cooler with flares and 10 cm plateau shoes. I felt as miserable as mum when she denied me the plateau’s as I hear her voice you’re too young for wearing and handed over a pair of brand new Vans instead. I was always at the wrong place at the right time.  I was too young to be a hippie and in reality too young to be a punk. Punk that my parents hated as hell fitted me perfect  as punks with their hair and pins and noisy music made those over twenty sick and hated it, however, in 1977 my hormones did the work, they knocked first mum out and then dad, they had to give in to get out and there I stood with  as my first Levi 501 jeans and Dr. Martens high black boots with red shoelaces.

Wearing over the shoulder at school a beatbox beat box larger than a Volkswagens bus. Good Save the queen streamed out of the speakers and I knew I cool cause girls always wanted to be around me, the only thing I wanted in return was batteries as the beat box took more energy required than my extra job could pay for. So  they were ordered to steal them for me or piss off.  It did not go long before the music stopped. The beat box was soon confiscated by a louder than bombs angry headmaster, I got letter that he said to give my parents at home. He looked stupid,  nobody except the writer read it. I could only guess “your son  is expelled for a week and ordered….” I just spit on his shiny shoes while transforming the letter into puzzle in front of him. Left school without papers or exams never too come back. Nevertheless, when the decade was  over we felt like adults living in a suburb that got it all and very soon station wagon, kids and a dog with mortgage difficult to pay. Recommended series of post.

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