Pre-fame, she stuck to “Sloane Ranger” staples like preppy sweater vests, printed midi-dresses, and equestrian boots.
Still, she was able to cultivate a look that felt unique to her. Protocols against short skirts, bare legs, and cleavage are still intact, but their enforcement was stricter in Diana’s day. Modern princesses can dress in runway fare from McQueen and Givenchy and-occasionally-test out daring styles. The era of big shoulder pads and shapeless suits was a fashion challenge for all who lived through it, but for royals, it was especially tough. The revenge dress, the Travolta dress, that fairytale, David- and Elizabeth Emanuel-designed wedding dress, each stands out as a distinct pop culture moment.ĭiana’s rise to prominence during the 1980s meant embracing some of the decade’s key trends. In fact, they’re some of the most talked-about outfits of all time. Diana’s looks are so famous they come with special names and stories of their own. The royal, who would have turned 60 today, remains an inspiration to millions for her philanthropic work and distinctive personal style. It’s cold and cruel outside.īriohny Doyle has been writing about pop culture since The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button drove her into a murderous rage in 2009.It’s impossible to ignore Diana, Princess of Wales’s ongoing impact on the world of fashion. Can we dance ourselves out of our present reality? What if we Hully Gully, Dishrag and Hustle the dance floor to ash? We still want to escape into uncomplicated, glamorous worlds even if we no longer call it disco. When times are woeful, is optimism misguided, radical or something in-between? Were disco attendees strutting through hard-times, or plugging their eyes, ears and snouts with glitter? Does it matter when you look that good? There’s a place to thrash against the pretty - but I bet no-one thought it would be Studio 54. Of course, there’s a place for ugly, for violent and insistent. These guys are done with flares and optimism. “Maybe a couple of posers? Head on down to the local discothèque and waste a couple of people?” “I wonder how many of you people go out on the streets, looking to kick someone’s ass?” asked the lead singer of Exdodus. Metal bands Slayer, Exodus and Venom played their Ultimate Revenge for Disco show at the club. Crowds of rock and roll radio fans danced through the smouldering shards of vinyl, gyrating in the melting wax of optimism.īy 1985, the Studio 54 nightclub had changed hands and was looking at other musical avenues to stay viable. The shock jock did his part by blowing up a stack of disco records. 50,000 haters took the field, throwing Donna Summer records like frisbees, lighting Saturday Night Fever promotional materials on fire. The disco-hate climaxed in a record burning at a local baseball game. The kind of men who do not do flares or gender ambiguity. In 1979 a disgruntled Chicago shock jock incited anti-disco rage in his young male fans. Worse than cold chips at an over-lit Denny’s in a conservative neighbourhood, still wearing last night’s polyester and eyelashes. Both films construct these as miracles we let slip into oblivion. Selma Hayak’s neckline and braids Chloe Sevigny’s boob-tube and ability to look like she is dancing when the only thing moving are her eyes.
Both lashed their plots with captivating outfits. The films 54 and The Last Days of Disco gave us two glimpses of the end of an era. Sequins, sky-high heels, plunging necklines and shattered dreams we never really renounced these tools of glamour but in 1998 we became quite obsessed with the whole narrative, the rise and fall of this soul train. “Which are you?” he asks a neighbourhood groupie. Who needs a woman when you have those shoes, and THAT WHITE SUIT? Women fall into two categories, Tony tells us: nice girl or…well…something a little more provocative.
He struts, drops, hustles, Cossacks across the floor, he abandons his partner to soak up the lights. On the dance floor, though, Monero is transformed into something entirely more beautiful. Posing in his childhood bedroom, Tony is just another kid going nowhere, trying to look like Al Pacino before Al Pacino gave us his own version of doomed disco in Scarface five years later. Everything else can go to hell - his pushy parents, his shitty job. Walking past a neighbourhood boutique he cocks his leg and compares his own buffed brown platform mule with the one in the window. The first thing you can tell by the way John Travolta uses his walk in the opening sequence of seminal disco flick Saturday Night Fever, is that shoes are important to him.
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